penice

The north wind boiling the broth

whipping the water into froth.

On the shore the waters slapped

Frozen, crystalline: ice wrapped

Around each stem a freezing band

A cold column of ice: a frozen gland.

Erect, proud, contradicting biology

An alternate crystal world of sexuality.

A world without desire: so cold.

A penice frozen, but still bold.

I embrace this world, I empathise

And will not let my sexuality demise.

Done