“... and it seemed to her that time stopped, that her body melted into his as if she were without nerve or bone or will, and his kiss was like fire and ice on her lips.”
“And I wake, in the cage of my bones,on the same cold ground.”
“The highway of life is green, but ice cream has no bones.”
“Food for the body, milk for your bones, ice for the bleeding, a belly of stones.”
“On his first hand he wore rings of stone, Iron, Amber, Wood and Bone. There were rings unseen on his second hand, One blood in a flowing band, One was air all whisper thin, And the ring of ice had a flaw within. Full faintly shone the ring of flame, And the final ring was without name.”