Poem: We steal each other

snowflakes covered the freckles of her skin

as she was reminiscing about the taste

the air had, when they held each other

»Sweep me like the wind,« she said,

»to the place where conversation flows with no restrictions

and the sky turns into the sea.«

they swam until their veins were full of crystal water

and their vessels of soil embracing their hearts

                             with no resisting light -----

if you had to choose, which sense would you keep?

for we steal each other in many ways we can

finding beauty in little imperfections that identify us

mirrors are a proof of our lust

we all pay a price for love

and some »I love you«'s hold a BUT

and some, though be heartfelt, hold no future

but still no miles can ever separate us

even on a sunny afternoon she would hold out her tongue

   to catch the snowflakes

for it's the heart that won't give in

   to this avalanche

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