Snowflakes clump on raven hair,
Floral dress and red cardigan on a windy night in December.
Voice like Persian honey,
Amber eyes flash and lips part -
A rogue daydream.
She is my fire. My flame,
An enchantment cast at nightfall.
She sleeps in the orange twilight, wrapped in warm linen,
As roses and wood-smoke choke our summer rhapsodies.
She is an idol, irreplaceable,
My chief desire, my breath and blood.