By Netz
Date: 26 September 2000
Airies
Oh, to trip among the stars;
Stub your toe,
Feel the rain, the mist, the snow.
Defrost by clinging close;
Breath to misty breath
The frost dripping away.
Cold lips warmed by cold lips,
Skin to skin; eye to eye -
A burning, a clutching, a hope.
Can forever be or
Will it remain a mystery.
One can hope, and clutch at
The core,
Heart beat to heart beat.
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