Poetry Contest Voting Thread #1

[Azriel]

An Opportunity Frozen

The promise of
lips pressed to cold steel,
the taste of victory!
a sweet passion.
An opportunity frozen.
I
run down the lane,
stop--
admire my prize;
She's been waiting for me.
throw my arms around her!
If she would only let me take her away
from the cold world she once knew
I would hand over all my wealth for her!
--but alas, I am one bill short
She must return to her cage
Until the day when I rescue her
An opportunity melting...
So I put her back in the supermarket freezer
Because premium ice cream costs about four dollars
And I only have three...