Trembling gleam illuminates her silk silhouette,
like the sunrise gracing the mountain,
and a blanket over my cold body
Her warm fingertips on my skin
burn her name deep within,
flickering light shrouding our bodies:
a new world.
They blossom in spring,
vulnerable imperfections,
each flaw a snowflake conjoined made perfect.
Wild hearts bathed in delight,
dancing desires united,
locked fingers as destinies sealed
by the golden candlelight.