Tuesday, December 15, 2015


There is a branch, green and fresh
Waving outside my window
Scratching outside my window

There is a branch scratching snowflakes
Will this day frost it with snow
Will the evening glaze it with ice

We share our breath beneath this branch
Our lips warm and quiver in sweetness
Our lips glide and shiver, deliciously

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