Snuggle Season
Crisp autumn chills,
the dampened crunch of leaves
beg the question
of what our love could be.
Grand ramparts guard
the hardened hearts we keep.
Those sprawling walls
which, Teflon sheathed, oddly
shield us from
the very warmth we seek.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
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