First Kiss

Despite the cold and deadly winter we stand beneath an old umbrella outside the closed jeweler's shop in a deserted ugly winding street. I take off my gloves and hold your hand, so cold, so loveless, so helpless. Rub your elegant fingers, blow so softly my hot breath upon their frigid purple tips, that they might catch the warmth that I feel in my heart for you. As sleet and rain devour the earth, I look into your face notice your quicksilver smile, the twinkle in your greenish eye, the misty flare from chiseled nostrils. Slowly we retreat into the shop's recess hug each other in tender bliss, your cold slightly parted lips meet mine in a lingering kiss, we feel love's warmth enfolding our souls and holding fast we know we will not tempt fate that up to now had kept us cruelly apart.