Breathing frosted evening calm
she held close a waking dream
and pressed out circles in a path
crisp with shattered roses.

Bare blue eyes threaded the night
guarding ghosts of embers,
that jarred taut the errant wind
still flooding white through her.

Tears annointed waves of flames,
blunting the edge of night with
steamy clouds that
powdered blackness
pierced by
raw desire.

© Montana Blue