Thursday, January 13, 2005

Fog

Dissolve with me into the fog
that hides the land and muffles the sound
to where we only see an outline of trees
and hear the screech of an owl,
our gasps for air and the pounding of our hearts.
Clasp my hand and explore
the subtle world closing in.

until there is only the other
and together we embrace to ward off the chill

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