What happens
on a chilly evening,
indoors is a shelter
while frost on windows
can be drawn lines,
handprints
indications of some sense
of heat,
a quiet release perhaps,
remember drawing figures
while traveling down the road.
What is the matter with
a simple handprint,
etched into the icy cold,
makes one imagine
all sorts of ideas,
all figurines in a
very large model
of what is
in a glance
a picture of sensuality.
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
 | Yernasia Quorelios on Haiku Love |
| a quiet man on I Took A Walk |
 | Priti on I Took A Walk |
| Priti on I Took A Walk |
Turning trauma into triumph since 1981.
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
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