Treacherous Conditions

[billy]

The wind strokes its icy fingers through my hair, [is 'its' needed?]
Pulling and tangling in its enthusiasm
At having found a playmate that allows its affections.[would 'affectation" work better?]

The snow feathers kisses on my cheeks, my eyelashes
Complimenting my pale skin with its own icy complexion
Trying to draw the rose in my blood to my cheeks. [is there one cheek too many? this is the 2nd in the same verse, it neither echoes of supports the first use, the choice is which one to keek]

The deepest black in the heart of the ice returns [black is black perhaps another modifier would work better than deepest?]
The glare I direct at it, uncaring for my disdain
Or the hatred the other elements feel towards it. [is the 2nd 'the, and 'towards it' needed? ]

The blue in my lips cannot be matched by any
Save the paint on the car that fell prey to the ice;
Ice that only wanted to see how much life is in
A drop of blood as it unwinds from my mouth.
[the last verse is the cherry on the cake.]

i think with a small edit this is def publishable. my one nit would be the use of caps on every line, though it's only a personal nit .
the poem is fluid and original to me. i love the last verse which bring the whole poem together.

you turned the ice into an entity and did so well.

thanks for the read Mrs-Sin (jmo)