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the cold is enriched by the scent of cinnamon, the glisten of frost upon the ground holds you captive.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Spiritual/Poetry - Words: 83 - Reviews: 7 - Published: 11-24-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2442670
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winter air
pinprick to needlepoint
frost
&the smell of
cinnamon
becomes faint,
like footprints left
on the glistening
cement
(enjoy,
moments in
s u r r e a l)
"darling, darling"
with one eye closed
& the other veiled
you are wandering
the edge of
reason/emotion/
illusion
warmth,
turmoiling warmth
wandering...
awaiting the caress
of satin powdered skin
& pale dry lips
a gentle touch
of sweet (yet bitter)
winter air
-over the edge
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