.
she stood barefooted
and feeling so beautiful
staring out
the frosty
daybreak window
visible breath ,
enslaved by a kiss ,
a clouded waft
exhaled
between chapped lips ,
as smeared tracks
of dripping freshwater pearls
slide down the little pane glass
the downward trickles
stirring tingling goose bumps ,
pushing out
blossoming
fighting gravity ,
as the chilled air spills
upon
sleepy toes
and naked smiles
enigmatic eyes
penetrate through
the beclouding
sighs released
passion wanes gently
with night’s fleeting shadows ,
the sandman still lingering ,
yet gazing shamelessly
at intimate breaths visible rouse
starry eyes recycling blind hope
like the lightly arising steam ;
the glistening
frost heave’s sparkle
just outside the window ,
where the dawning light
a single morning sunbeam ,
enkindles a renewed shine
aglow
tantalizing
untamed diamonds
burgeon like splendor
faceted dreams ...
*Wild is the Wind