The Daily Poem Poetry Collection

🥇 Crux

Crux
A daily winner for January 17th

Sensual curves gleam in the light.
They fill my sight
with your soft glow
and yet ... I go.

Your beauty rides upon your skin.
Nothing's within.
You're carved from ice.
It won't suffice.

With bags in hand, I close the door.
I need much more.
I won't enshrine
your cold design.

I turn from you to dark's embrace.
Your final trace
soon disappears
with drying tears.

An entry for the January 17th round of "The Not-So-Daily Poem" 
Prompt: Open
Poetry Form: Minute Poetry   [Non-traditional] Minute Poetry traditionally has 3 stanzas. I'm an over-achiever.
Line Count: 16

crux - something that torments by its puzzling nature