Snowflakes blow in the wind scattering like dust

As heart triples its beat with the sound of musk

And rain trickles through gutters both out and in

As my mind races with thoughts of you and our sin



For the love in my throbbing heart pounds as a drum

Beats in steady rhythms when we share bodies as one

And the beauty you are, and which exists in your very soul

Envelops me with goodness, keeping me from feeling old 



And as I gaze out at the raging blizzard beyond the glass

I wonder if you are thinking of me too, or have you passed

Over the stage of infatuation you had so deeply with me

Making me a past forgotten memory - now you are free ...



Christopher W. Thomas

2:33pm Tuesday 12/30/97