After Eight Moment · Blogging · Me myself and I · Montreal · nature · poetry

After Eight Moments…

. White wind whipping, Sub-zero sea… Shaking my boat And I no longer Can see, Through the Wedding-like veil covering the city. My cheeks are Tingling and My fingertips icy… But such is The reality of My home land. All I can say Is Welcome to Freezingland! . . . If you want to know…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…

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Silhouette…

. Hot water streams, Along her curbs Lonely rivers, Washing out the dirt… And she wonders If he wishes he could watch, Hoping for a silhouette Hoping he could catch A glimpse, in the middle of All that that steam, Of a sweet fantasy Meant to be just for him… Androgynous beauty Hiding behind the…… Continue reading Silhouette…