Snow

12/24/2007

the blankest of faces stood out in a crowd
snow was dusting the darkest of hair
pale skin tinted pink with winter wind
and chapped lips breaking into laughter
at the sight of his jacket stepping forward
he would've looked better in wool
but the blankest of faces explodes
lighting up like the surrounding store fronts
half a year and from where they were
not a complete contrast in environment
because there was brightness all around
and enough warmth between them both
she did not embrace him cinematically
though she wanted at least to be picked up
they rushed forward, and halted,
lips meeting first before anything else had a chance
his chin brushed her scarf as he pulled away
all he saw was teeth and still she laughed
he touched a hand to her reddening cheeks
her lips hadn't felt chapped at all
carelessly wrapping her arms around his neck
she whispers she missed him and laughed
he pulls her forward with her hips gently
and brushed snow from off of her head
their hearts beat fast with new expectations
feeling so quick in this dead still scene
the town is quiet, the lights are subdued
now that they've met, there's no competition
she laughed again, glee escaping, hugging harder
he conceded, her body felt small up against him
they stayed like this, until the streets were empty
the wind whistled softly through their hair
they kissed one more time and he said to go in
the blanketing snow would cover them soon
she kicked snow near him and ran to the door
and he smiled, despite himself, like it was his first.