Saturday, January 20, 2007

Winter

posted by trancendyce at 1/20/2007

Fresh faced and wicked
you called to me,
eyes bright as sunlight on the snow.
Arms extended, you reached for me,
pulled me up, over the edge.
I fell hard against you
when I only meant to
catch in your hair
like bits of leaves and grass.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

windows

posted by alliecatmar at 1/04/2007