I’ve never been the same since

once ears were described as

slippery, rubbery things.

Implicit, explicit statements.

It’s no wonder I’m chilled.

Oh, how easily I’ve melted

under your soft call.

Frozen into statuette,

This icy exterior I’ve developed

is being teased, the old shine

of bored smoothness

has liquidated.

Now perfectly insured

for happiness, I’ve

been gently thawed

to liquid.