After the First Date Waiting at the Door

Softly, falling snowflakes dance around us, a whimsical trance subtle scents of winter's breath mingling with the promise of new life's depth — with our eyes locked, chests beating as one, the world around us a hazy vision spun, fingers interlace, a tender silent tongue, nervous mamihlapinatapai — die cast roll as we both lean in, anticipations herald jejune as we brush, ineffable warmth from within — core of the sun, bodies numb. Memento Mori-bund relived phantasmagoric, somnambulantly — dice read sweven. *teardrops goodbye*