the truth is

That first night

two lonely souls
alone on a holiday night
wasting the hours together
they created a dance
with looks, with words, with touches that spoke volumes
and evening became night, and night became dawn
he invited her to stay
she didn't really want to go
and so they kept each other warm
sleep found him quickly
she lay awake for hours
when she moved, in sleep, he followed
in the dark, the moon lit up the snow
in his bed she watched the world outside
in that moment nothing would have been as sweet
finally rest would find her
his body against hers was bliss
his breath in her ear, a gentle lullaby
never had anything felt so divine
when day broke and the house began to stir
they rose to join the world
he was beautiful in the morning
she was quiet with a sleepy shyness
and as she went to go about her life
he taunted her flirtatiously
and it killed her to leave

absence killed the spell
it would never be the same
but she would always remember
the magic of that first night
where kindred spirits met