Between

I am stuck
in this void
between the warmth
of your heart
and the cold
tortured by the promise
of love's warm embrace
receiving only plattitudes
in its place
empty sentiment
without action
passionless
unmotivated
cold
I am crippled
my own actions
held fast
mired in confusion's grasp
unrelenting desire
stayed
quietly waiting
for some sign
some open window
or welcome door
with convincing invitation
to stoke the fires
of your heart
and once again
shun the cold
to bask in warmth