From: davidsands@yahoo.com   
      
   i carry my frostbite   
   like a bridge between the poles   
   in the south the snow is layered   
   with penguin jerky and in the north   
   periscopes lunge after your baguette   
      
   i want the kindness   
   of the girl who warmed my hands   
   under her sweater behind the skating rink   
      
   i want those lips   
   which modeled sea creatures   
   and i want to confess my passion   
   as a venial lapse   
      
   when the snowflake   
   exhales its geometry   
   seasons will change   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)