frozen blue leaves melt

he caressed every valley of her skin

her cleavage

passion roiled the air

motes of sound reeling

breasts are rising and falling as if to attempt some feat of strength

and muscles rippling like small waves are torsional in the night

outside it was very cold yet a pale fire within

every leaf frozen in stone cold coffins and rubies suspended from the trees

as if to decorate some old fable and black out the stars and all their wisdom

while steel blue combers groomed the sea for sport

she asked him why he had come that night

but he did not reply

the silence that dare not speak its name