White
By caleibow
Snow outside the white filters into the room, Listening to love songs in Spanish I dream of Chilean snows and hot tea. Looking out over stampeding seas The wind knocking at the door, but you won’t let her in. I take you, like the waves take the sea. And in the white foam of sheets, I’m stranded on the shores of your belly I drown in the white light. Written July 14th, 2001 © on Aug 24 2001 08:55 PM PST 0 • 8
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