poem09 Jun 2014 08:47 am
Meet me on the edge
Of my frozen world where
Your green is tipped in
So I may speak my love
For you before Time’s tides
Drag me away

Even our toes may not cross
Into one another’s space
But if our lips brush
Feather-gentle on the line
We’ll share lightning in
The snow



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