Winter glitter

I
dress in monochrome – velvet, lace, or silk;
dream of the freshness and glitter of snow
whilst I make do with the warmth of bubble baths
pleasing indeed, hypnotising-
remember the mermaid days,
then remember being carried away by the pink sleigh
on icy Enya songs.

You are a collection of perceptions
thus fluid;
what is inside
stays inside
eternal
but sometimes forgotten;
what is externalised?
where do thoughts stop and no longer merge
with shell?

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