And so through the night she waits...
For her lover to come calling
Silken hair falling about her
blending into skin
hand upon belly
her legs intertwined
and the thunder roars in her heart
running through her like lightning
raising tiny hairs on back of her neck

Golden, the moment
like the low moon shines
with sunbeams breaking through
shadows cast with claws of trees
sprawling across ground
reaching for her
capturing her cheek

And he dances there
with open arms
and clumsy spin
where the snow first flurried her to him

And she giggles
remembering,
the loss of wings
the freedom to fly without them

the freedom to fly with him

12/15/2003