Snow
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Snow flakes dance, flying in my face 
kissing my lips with their cold breath.
I grip your hand, warmed through gloves,
wishing for the touch of your skin.
We wander, hand in hand, through the streets,
laughing, talking and learning,
our black coats dusted in white,
while inner warmth melts the crystals.

Mar 18, 1998. N. Aucoin (for Eitenne)

Snowflakes
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Our black coats are dusted in white,
from a day wandering the streets.
We caught snow in our hands and mouths,
letting inner warmth melt ice crystals.
My hand grips yours, warmed through gloves,
wishing for the touch of your skin, 
remembering the day's beginning,
flesh against flesh on soft sheets.
Our steps turn away from private paths,
back to the crowds we escaped for a time.
Silence settles over shared memories,
yet the touch of your hand will remind me.

Mar 18, 1998. N. Aucoin (for Eitenne)