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By Galadrial Date: 2005 Feb 24 Comment on this Work [[2005.02.24.09.32.27700]] |
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They say you will have snow, a dusting to frost the hills, something in me goes into winter mode, something else goes to you, wide eyed, tender remembering that in the cold we began with a kiss on the wrist, those you could-almost-taste-me eyes, so silly and sentimental in a sweater, I think of you when night falls quick, and the small chill from my window makes me wish for the jazz cafe, the dance, and the smile that says only one woman knows the winter witchery to melt the frost from your night and gives you small delight to the soft lick of piano keys when a touch said enough to us both. |