Snowflake
Monday, October 02, 2006
The wintry blast broke banality;
it gushed up right through cerebrum,
which reeked of a strangely similar smell.
That moist maiden mesh,
where touches sensed tranquility,
and a familiar fascinating facade.
Riding on the train through time,
she descended upon yesternight,
carrying along a sweet saccharrine scent.
The flaking, fleeting feel;
memories paced forward,
like constant, changing charges.
Yet places where tender touches tantalised,
a wall upon erected,
that cordoned chummy couples.
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