Fairy Tale
The first hint of winter was beautiful,
A small but violent rain storm.
But last night was an escape
From many things besides the weather
That closed in on us as we let down our guard,
Falling to sleep in each others arms,
That called our bluff and condensed the room's moisture
Into a suffocating, wet blanket
Sticky, rot feeling,
That strove with such reminiscent effort to stain our joy,
Coming close but of course failing
Because of the memories and actual realities of the past three days
Which leapt into existence so urgently
That they were almost uncontrollable
As they crystallized
Like the amethyst I ogled at the museum we visited,
One of our many excursions as winter descended
And you stayed yet another night,
Crystallized because everything focused
In a murky gasp of emerging happiness
In each other's arms,
In each other's ears,
On each other's lips
As the rain pounded and slapped against the windows
Reminding us of the world,
And that our instant was magic.
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