You are like wet snow
Like wet snow falling from the dark december sky.
Like moist leaves and dust scattered on the ground.
Like newly washed linens hanging outside to dry.
Like naked treetops meeting the sun of dawn.
Like smoke and sparks against a chimney wall.
I touch I breath I feel and I crawl.
You make me speachless, restless and bold,
you make me try, but I can say nothing at all.
/Amanda
