The snow I love has dreams

Anything that is spring in this world
Is collected
in your hands of well water,
night-lined,
Practicing an absolute reflection

I have a reason to trust
The quickness of your fingers
At times they resemble narrow rivers,
distant, undressed.

Do not tell me your chances
For a revolution of stars

 

whoa, i liked this one....

short and sweet, but really good.

 

...undressed rivers... *licks*

this was magic....

 

well done, I enjoyed this very much. It reminds me...