20.2.09

In the weeks before spring

Free flow! What's the shame in it?
To skip from title to title,
to lord one's breathing room over the sun?

What gives?

Tell me your name,
you can whisper it if you're shy.

Two people pass each other without hello,
but that's ok,

in this weather all our personalities
are like paint splashed and frozen.
But with more dimensions.

Try not to giggle at the thought
of two pigs making out. Too late!

Mmmmmwah!
Mwah!

These kisses are blown into onomatopoetic bubbles!

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