Friday, August 31, 2012


"The hottest love
Has the coldest end."
Said from the first drop of grain
In an hourglass full of sand.

So, that explains the
Fogged mirrors in a room,
And the bed with no covers,
Soaking wet brows, and red panting bodies 
As the winter blew through open windows.

And explains, now
Clear reflections from the
Icy moisture-glazed eyes
Goosebumps and shivering body
While the heat wave should be drowning.