Midwinter

wild joy pressed between your fingers, the space
between your bones, alive, electric, a streak
of gleaming white speed about to begin
its becoming,

your beauty, soft lines painted by
the roughened scraps of twilight that
settled in the coolness of
the seats,

the rare and wondrous quiet daring, sharpening
the secret corners of your smile,

and loving you
is the easiest
thing i’ve
ever done.

by A.J.