«Let this fluffy snow fall upon our
Dreams and make them shine! »
Your breath smoothens unshaken skies;
Your perception scratches unopened realities.
Is it a diversion -maybe- for lost thoughts,
For lost faces and sins?
Looking the other way out of fear or
Embarrassment, waking up next morning,
You should then learn
How to keep alive the drowsing mind,
While trying to shove away
Her plait of hair,
Jammed in the eyes of memory.
Ah.. Those haunting memories!
Was her pain real
When she asserted «That one is my spoiled dress!
My party dress
Which your eyes, filled with lust, tore off of me..»?
Hardly a twist of fate that
Multivalent perception which made
Your unnecessary waiting.