Poem -
snowy music
a plum in a glass of whisky
can i sing about you
can i come to your
knowing you will open
so welcoming you are
a glass of whisky
on this snowy weather outside
near my eyes
now to all white
she plays in the snow
like fingers on a Chopin piece
now my plum to taste
i lick my lips
to the dryness of my tongue ....
never when thinking
time to let this glass touch hers
images keep appearing to all
thinking seems lost
impossible to reach
the sweetness of this plum
and a drink of whisky to keep my warmth.
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