Soft as Snow

fallen gloves in the snow

with angels overlooking the town below

she danced like a cat

and as I drank the words burned

brighter than flames and brighter than fright

we were bored and life was great

nothing to fear

nothing to doubt

only

the moments our lips kissed against the world

oh how we shone

despite the passing of useless

useless time

4 replies »

  1. I think there are many ways to deal with the absurd nature of life, concentrated pleasure being one of them. I liked this piece a lot, it feels a bit discontinuous with your other stuff so it was a surprising read.

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