Archives Nov. 28, 2005

Flakes Against our Skin

How many years have I danced alone
To rhythms, rhymes and dreams
Giving over hope to wandering notes

Great bird of fire, you once moved with me
Dazzling lights across smiling eyes
Strong bodies sliding softly 'cross the floor

Dark winters' solitude crept between us
Bodies cooling and fading to cracked stone
Softly falling snow ...

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