two a.m. rain

at two a.m even the rain is sleepy
blurs of cold silky sheets that want to be snow
nesting like little crystal seeds
on your lashes, in your hair
and cold nips at your ankles and exposed skin
hurrying you towards home

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at 01:39 on 14 November 2008
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2 comments:

  1. Unknown 14 November, 2008 02:29

    Coke? Where did that come from?

    And thank you.

     
  2. Unknown 15 November, 2008 15:20

    OH! heh my brain doesn't work so well early in the morning >_0

    And I meant to tell you last time, I really like that poem, it's hauntingly beautiful.

     

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