you brought me a bottle
of dr. pepper to assist
me in whatever i may be
saying to you;
you were always good like
that.

you're washing out the waffle batter
in the sink as i slip over
words to describe
once again
trying in futility
to describe this
little thing called love;
as the whiteness of light
outside beckons to us.

let's go outside and play in
the snow, we can lay down on
the blanket it leaves and
stare up, catching snowflakes
in our mouth for dessert

and then as we wrap ourselves
around each other, share a kiss
in the mid-day sun--

you're doing the housework while
i fantasize about romancing the
snow with you;
you're burning your hand on the
waffle iron
as i stop writing
and walk over to you
to force you to run it
under a tap.

11/25/2005

Posted on 11/25/2005
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