The gray morning plays me for the fool.
She taunts with shafts peeking through the cracks.
I shiver, embraced by air so cool,
Filling my head with the green of dew.
She entices me to do the dance
On the floor made frigid by her kiss.
I, the fool and gentleman, entranced,
Make my steps across the ice and twist.
Friday, April 11, 2008
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