her body is bliss
like a cool stream of light
splashed from the moon
on a warm summer's eve
her eyes incandescent
weave futures too soon
for the frostbite
of winter's first kiss
she keeps time with her heart
hardly hearing the pall
of an autumn that falls
into sunset
she keeps mine with her heart
overcast on a glance
to the past, past
a future where she is not present