Freezing

When I was little I used to wonder

If water could get colder after it’s been frozen.

If ice could get colder, harder

If cool could taste colder than cold,

If temperature could be expanded

To be more satisfactory,

More pleasing.

I have never been satisfied,

Always been curious.

Insatiably so.

I wonder if my curiosity instead

Is a well of loneliness,

Like Radclyffe said.

I haven’t tasted a cooler cold,

But I have felt more whole, since.

I guess discovery will have to scratch my itch

Because once it gets past freezing,

Ice is just ice, and

Bliss is bliss.