Don't let the dice roll. They might roll forever, going 1, going 3, going 2 and who knows what. Instead slide them on ice. It would be like falling into an infinite hole, or a first kiss that would last forever, the warmness of lovers in bed, dying in bed, the hot and delicious coffee a breath away from the frozen nose, the sweet word born in your lover's heart making his eternal nest in your blooming chest.
Don't let the dice roll. They might roll forever, going 1, going 3, going 2 and who knows what. Instead slide them on ice. It would be like falling into an infinite hole, or a first kiss that would last forever, the warmness of lovers in bed, dying in bed, the hot and delicious coffee a breath away from the frozen nose, the sweet word born in your lover's heart making his eternal nest in your blooming chest.
ReplyDeleteOn a more pragmatic note :
ReplyDeletehttp://www.nytimes.com/2006/02/21/science/21ice.html?_r=1