You stood there in the middle of the street
Your breath frozen rising like a puff of cigarette smoke
Slowly fading into nothing
With the silence and patience of a statue
A form of goddess giving birth to dreams and whimsical fascinations
I can feel my heart beating
Faster than the sounds of fleeing ravens
As you turn slowly I see your yellow hair gleam under the street lights
Your eyes as full as the moon of love and passion
or death and murder
Under the falling snow in the middle of the night it’s hard to tell
Your intentions are clear enough
Pulling me close
Your kiss as sharp as any blade
Stinging in the cold like a morning razors slow burning bite
As I find myself helpless
Hopelessly in love
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Gorgeous photo and a poem filled with vivid imagery. Ravens! yes, there are ravens mentioned here!
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