the snow crunched beneath my feet
and i walked steadily, my eyes focused
ahead. slicing through the cold thin air
i kept moving s l o w l y b u t s u r e l y,
stopping for no one- not even

you…
{you}

catch my eye like a spark in the night.
i lift my sedulous irises from my care-
fully calculated footsteps and to see your
face that is etched in the starry night sky.
shards of incandescence flicker distractingly
as my mind slowly deceives my heart.
is it your stark gaze or your silky

words?
{words}

that sing of fairy tales and laughter
and rosebuds blossoming in the beautiful
field in which we sit and smile and
dance to the song of nymphs who effort-
lessly play sweet violins while you
bathe me in your fulsome words that

echo…
{echo-}

ing in my head are your words again,
their unctuousness fades not, though
the field of rosebuds quickly vanishes
when i find myself cold and wet, lying
on the ice that caused me to trip and fall…
or were your eyes the culprit? nevertheless i
see your silhouette as you quickly fade into
obscurity, and for the last time i hear your
words that rapidly turn again into the echoes
that i catch in the creases of my palm
which will forever be scorched by your smile.

12/05/2003

Author's Note: this wonderful topic was given to me by the lovely alaina schneider.

Posted on 12/05/2003
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