White Out (24690 #2)

by A.A. Dark

“Black is black White is white. Kiss my lips, Don’t take my sight. The taste so sweet, Like honeyed heat. My love is dead, My soul is beat. We dance our dance, So close and slow. The white is cold, Just like the snow.”

And that dance leads right to the cold…..a coldness in which I’m hoping the sun shall heat up! Such a great read! Captivating and invigorating! I Darkness in which I’d never thought I’d be so exhilarated to walk through. But trust the tunnel has an end.