beneath the winter tree he kissed his girl
the silence so loud and heavy it split the night
and the moon soaked up their breath
every thought we can't be
vanished
no matter the cost she would be his
he could not part his soul from the shine
in her eyes
and her heart agreed
maps and highways and bonds
and agreements with God disappeared
his love of her reverent, unearthed
bodies tingled with desire, the beautiful movement
of life breath slipping, sustaining the dance
that was electric
soul, his very soul he could feel it soar
his lips were on fire with the taste of her wine
hands tangled in mahogany silk as regret died
this silver pouring through his veins, this was life
his girl was essence of summer, moonlit walks
in midnight snow
she was shelter, heat, strength and hope
gathering her to himself
his love, this angel he had prayed into existance
two hearts dancing a thousand dances
in a blue and gold night
tomorrow would wait
now was his to give to his temptation
his vibrant transparent poetry
in the flesh
his winter wine
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