& it shone
in your eyes:
the winking moon,
parted by a cloudy visage
transparent sparkles;
tinged tension rose
along your porcelain touch
you broke me softly
glassy petals spread
in rosy array;
stained windows
etched
a silent caress.
we were
timeless;
two frosted sculptures
carved from waning
sand-
snowflakes flitted
off your nose
we may be frozen
but I was never
warmer











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