Defroster

It's just ice
That you can easily scrape away
With your forked tongue
Your bitter acerbic wit
Wipe clean the window
So you can see
What you are missing

Just frost
Obfuscating what you think
You want to look at
Your hot rage will melt
That thin curtain
Rough veil of glaze

Cracked like glass
The translucent puzzle
Cannot be reassembled
In a reasonable manner
The strange pieces will

Never fit together
Properly
Before they melt

Under the intensity
Of your
Burning gaze