Friday, February 18, 2005

possible settings for the moment of our first kiss #3

the world's biggest blank page
a love letter waiting to be written
feet for ink
we conjure warm thoughts
by inventing a new word for fire every day
you only use the furs from polar bears that died of natural causes
I discover the Ice Palace
your plumes of breath grow larger as we enter
I tell Superman
he'll have to go.


Matt said...

Very nice poem here, Sean. I'll be back.

Sean M Whelan said...

thanks very much matt, appreciate it. look forward to checking out your writing soon, as soon as i get a spare moment.