it’s wintertime and the diamond dust dogs

progressively invade the sky

while i run around a dam

proclaiming my o my .

filtered sunlight as soft as chamois

tags along with a gentle breeze

that tingles my ears with a tease

suggestive of devon’s naughty whispers .

I could close my eyes (and fall and be with her)

but I can’t close my eyes (and run without falling) -

so perplexing this world that makes you choose ‘this’ or ‘that’

when clearly the body-heart seeks a more perfect communion .

but the breeze licks not as warm as devon’s tongue

and the sunlight seems not as bright as devon’s gaze,

so I close my eyes and still let my feet fly

tumbling head-over-heels (water over the dam) .