Round and round,
a flash in fluid motion,
in the desolate ice rink
she skates and dances
embracing freedom,
my sense of time
shrinks and expands
at her own sweet will
the fiery flight of an angel,
it's spirit hits her lover's heart
but only tickles and explodes
in a rain of bright love signs.
I've been watching this
breath taking phenomenon,
without batting an eyelid,
how long, I lost all estimates,
my sins go up in smoke
when my heart,is up in flight,
benediction is the result
of watching her write poetry thus.
