in this moment, tiny flakes of snow fall
gently cooling my skin as her lips are stirring
cool breeze shifts my left hand and towards her cheek.
reluctance felt by the frozen second caught in "the world in her eyes"

though profound drive and yearn for those lips
i fray my mind deep to my core.
on a street it falls, the snow and my conception.
yet, still suspended in the span of a second
is "the world in her eyes"

now deeper the breathing, deeper the surprise
my cold hand grazing her blouse, up to her waist
ever rising, shapely ribs flexing in anticipation
finally, where i long to be.

with blue fingers caressed from her dimpled smile
to the strands of hair upon my fingertips
the move, the arctic, the instance
our lips ever slowly meet one another

If I could see it, I could freeze this second.
if life was run by remote control,
i would take it for mine
and freeze this moment in time.

that moment when "the world in her eyes"
shifted across the view and yet again back to me
felt an eternity drawn straight from the beauty caught on freeze.

only me, only her, just us
her beauty escapes me.
but that rose blooms for me.
all stopped, frozen, Hear and I continue our lips meeting

is my world still spinning out of control?
has she found the weak point to earths axle twirl?
even so enraptured in this perfect scene
is it her to sleep? to be slumber? to be in rest?

lips still on mine with soothing exhaled air.
the tingles on my neck stands my hairs and curls my toes.
the embrace of my arms her back. her arms my back

so comes the pull apart. sweetly away from the clench of lips
he speaks his words, for another time another place

but as they say their farewell. face to face the lover's stand.
he smiles at her and whispers, "I' wish i could rewind time. "Your lips are heaven" and "your eyes are the world. "would you like to take a stroll?"

oh course my dear. it is time, and us, and time is the victim.
what shall view here with the ever changing stratosphere?

he takes her by the hand after the first kiss. in the snowy street.
no traffic. no lights. just him just her.

patterned snow flakes still cooling their skin,
smoothly, gently lips still meeting.

if time could stand still…could I rewind?

to freeze in the moment with snow all around and her lips becoming mine.

if i could rewind