Star Gazing

Stars bloom in midnight's fields

--as we lie braided together

beneath the milky ribbon.

Like winter's first snow

--silence blankets us.

I breathe in the moment.

Cold air and his smell

flows deep

into me. Imprinting

this delicate memory.

Our bodies shake

under a large mosaic quilt.

Wanting to escape

the frozen, haloed moon.

To seek warmth inside.

Yet, we linger.

Wishing upon

blinking stars, that this

pause in time

will never end.