Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

snowjob

05 February 2014

 

 

So pretty,

soft against my skin,

unmistakable scent,

sometimes superficial,

sometimes deep,

not always easily packed, yet

moldable into fantastic shapes,

no two alike.

 

Yet, even the most beautiful

can be cold,

numbing,

blinding,

slippery too,

leaving you feeling trapped,

stranded,

or worse,

even turn deadly.

 

But it is only snow.

What did you think I was talking about?

 

 

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5 February, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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