Winter Night Treasure

Creaking in rhythm, a chair rocks in it's tracks,
as cracking smiles spread on window of ice,
where snowflakes dance between the cracks,
before they melt in candles's wax

Soft tiptoes of music played,
as she relished all he surrendered,
though his sweet kisses never stayed,
but melted on her tongue like cotton candy

He is the one that crowds her heart,
and never this treasure will she regift,
buried deep within, to never depart,
then she simply smiled, as she lit the map afire

12-01-09