untitled (so far)

Dec 02, 2005 16:14

I caught the scent of winter on your face
too soon
I felt myself curl up inside
it never fails to surprise me

you are the smell of warm nights
the sensation of a cool breeze on bare skin
you are the light of the harvest moon

but the scent of winter was on you
and I was still there

poetry

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