Monday, January 21, 2013

Maybe Sometime

Maybe sometime,
In the last and
Lingering light,
Where fingers
Roam
In child like play
Across a pane of
Icy glass,
Tracing pinprick paths
Along the frost.
Brief trails
Connecting you
And me
In lazy rivulets
Intertwined in
Merging circles
Of warmth and cold.

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