One Night

One Night

With bated breath

frosted by the winter air,

 I watched your eyes crinkle

 into half-moons

as you spoke about something 

neither here nor there. 

Just us two loners standing in the 

encroaching dark, your gaze

blissful and mine, wistful.

Though I really can't recall what you 

told me that night, I still remember

 how your eyes captured 

the eggnog light of the streetlamps, 

how your round cheeks

 stamped with a pink blush made my

 head spin and my ears flush. 

Snowflakes like icy flowers

 dusted your hair, clinging 

to your lashes, compelling 

me to stare. Graceless hands trembling, 

 I wanted so badly to brush your 

icy lace away, but I didn't dare disturb the 

serene smile on your face.