A Frigid Mistress

She haunts
the halls
the way she
slips and slithers. 
Her whispers
frost panes
with
wisps of lace.   
She dangles whole. 
Feet
above the floor. 
Calls the boys, 
"Shower with me." 
And we
find them
froze. 
A glacial washroom. 
Cleanse and fuck
to your doom. 
The temptation
of
a sure thing --
she plans
on nothing. 
Brush past
the shadow that
causes
shivers. 
She watches. 
Licks her lips. 
Frigid. 
She's
cause and effect;
The reason for,
why, and how,
without
intending to. 
She freezes
what
she loves --
ice entombed.