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
what is inside
but sometimes forgotten;
what is externalised?
where do thoughts stop and no longer merge