Age is like Snow

age is like snow
ephemeral
illusive
you see it - it looks like feathers
you touch it - it feels like sleep
it can't be kept, caged or coddled
age is like snow
unpredictable
delicate
deadly
it invites you to play
buries you alive
age is like snow
ephemeral
illusive
eternal.



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A Whisper from the Din part 2

...I shall slip into your good night;
my hands reading the language of you,
studying the rises and falls of your hills and valleys.
I will adore your every nuance -
from the pearls of your areolas
to the jewel of your sex.
Your every breath shall be as a commandment
I obey until the heavens crack with delight.

Reach deep and punch your pleasure upon the keys --
paint yourself with words,
slip me your visage,
draw me an unscratched itch...
and this shall be my mission as I slip into your good night,
like a whisper from the din.

copy-write 12/23/05