love your city

the weatherman lied
December 13, 2011, 04:24
Filed under: floetry


hot breath & an ice cold shoulder.
kissed beneath a tremendous blanket on a humble bed.

how you gonna tell the ice queen to play it cool?

social unrest.
sleep is not for the wicked, but what wicked sleep it is.

(what happened to my dreams?)

interest piqued quickly turns to interest peaked.

frost. (peeking in)
you. (speaking in -)

tongues – unravelled. un-reveled.

it’s harder to tell just how cold she is in the winter.


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