Sunday, August 01, 2004


Frostfire passions
sparkle lonely
in the night.
If it feels good,
who cares if it's right?

And yet
still --

Morning mirror whispers
guilty beneath its fog
Shower scalds the flesh
but never washes all.

Until some morning
you slowly turn
and calmly inquire,
"Do I know you?"

The answer is, of course,

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