speaking of a beauty unseen
the ruby lips florescent,

a flower,
sprouting

from a withering stem
the fragrance
that seizes
the midnight breeze---

the lily of the valley,
her delicate petals
like crystals
of the stars---

her moonlight smile,
a treasure
in the secret chamber of the mind
and upon a silent winter night,

she dances,
her hair like a feather,
to the tempo

of her lover's frozen breath