Friday, December 02, 2005

Snow

It isn’t just the way you ate ice cream
That thrilled me, but the way you sipped your tea
While looking over the wide rim at me,
Blowing away the broad billows of steam
Rising up out of your large mug. A gleam
I noticed in your eyes uncannily
Echoed my thoughts, so that the way you see
Your lover matched his own seductive dream.

What could this mean? I didn’t really know,
So I used language that I could disguise,
Bold words made of unfettered compromise,
Terms of endearment meant only for show,
And written smartly in the melting snow.
I noticed something gleaming in your eyes.

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