around me a host
of angels gathered there
on freshly fallen snow.
sometime past midnight,
the air was cold as crystal
and stung; invigorated.
moonlight caressing her
white spine with gentle
strokes. white light to
sullen brown earth as
fingertips to flesh
and we stood, the angels and i,
for what seemed like lifetimes in that
snow, staring into your window
as you prepared for bed.
i paused, as Night swirled around me,
and glanced through the foggy
glass at you. your dark hair up, skin aglow
by the room full of candles. your towel
wrapped snugly around you. barefoot.
your eyes are a gentle breeze over
you are so beautiful, and i’m a fool