the smell
before snow
entangled in
the branches
of the wisdom tree
absolute truth
it took hold of me
at a road divergent
in the mind
i stared into the slicksoul
of that night's black hole
lips pressed upon a Shakespearian dream
bossa nova
played through our veins
a creeping winewarmth
which flowed like a jesusstream
the gods
and the souls
and the boys and the girls
played hopscotch atop realities
which even the rain couldn't erase
where jumprompin'
queens
and two hand touch dreams
paved the way for guilty pleasures
innocent waves they broke
the blood so thick it flowed
where the light faded
the dark it glowed
she smiled on
the staircase
took a sip
i stood there
as drips of inadequacy flowed on down
everything froze and all i wantedtodo
was hold her up upon the blue sky
where her smile would crescent like the silver moon in afternoon
and
her neck would twist
and
her hairs would sway
and
like everything that feels pleasing
the memory would stay
and
(the silly things we do for love would make sense)
i first saw
her
on a pictured
summersketched sunless lake day
i fell first
for her smile
then for her dreams
soon we both realized
the way she heard
was the way i spoke
and the way i felt
was the way she touched
as little armies
marched on
we waded through this liquidlove
?did she see
my eyes a-flutter?
?did she hear my heart it stutter?
?could she feel my love it radiate?
?did she take my hand in the name of fate?
or were the
moon and sun and the stars and the lies
aligned in a manner that made her blind to find
two sad souls who intertwined
curling into one beautiful existence
as luck would
have it
we me halfway
the room it did slowlysway
later on outside
she smiled
took a deep breath, and said
"i love the smell before snow"
and now i know
when it snows
it snows
and when love strikes the heart
the heart it knows
like that curious smell before the snow
tonite i breathed her in
and she lit my heart full of glow
