• spilling caution like hot coffee
    sipping trust like it burns
    kissing lust like the love it promises to turn
    into
    the
    trailing dusk
    scent of luck
    followthelittlewhiterabbit [catch it! The feet are lucky!]
    and
    dow
    nw
    ego
    so smile softlylanding in pseudo-snow
    let the perfectly designed snowflakes fall
    and catch in strands of unwashed hair
    the beauty is still
    breathe caught in mid air
    andmove.
    sequence follows sequence
    patterns struggle to break from routine
    and in the pseudo-cold
    we cup the pseudo-warmth
    like a crutch
    we duck and dive
    until we fall too low
    and bury our bodies in imaginary snow.