two
panes
of
glasses
lying
parallel
to
another
suspended
in the white-late-december-almost-there-almost-not sky
frosted gray blankness rising
to
a secreted waning winter moon
between them
miles of stark cold nothing-everything
two panes of glass
slick
smoothed of want
pressed in transparent pain
wakened to knowing
love resides
in
the
space
between
snow falls silently residing in
the smooth corners of
whispered delight
press
hold
cold becomes the night
becomes the glass
rise
hold
darkness the great equalizer
and
we stars
panes
of
glasses
lying
parallel
to
another
suspended
in the white-late-december-almost-there-almost-not sky
frosted gray blankness rising
to
a secreted waning winter moon
between them
miles of stark cold nothing-everything
two panes of glass
slick
smoothed of want
pressed in transparent pain
wakened to knowing
love resides
in
the
space
between
snow falls silently residing in
the smooth corners of
whispered delight
press
hold
cold becomes the night
becomes the glass
rise
hold
darkness the great equalizer
and
we stars
