Sideways

Stolen glances,
tense moments between production and daydreams,
she moves with deliberation, aim, purpose of vision and truth.

The scent approaches first, cascading and floating
while time stands still, our eyes locked on the snowfall
and the wind carrying the outside world away beneath it.

We move together and land, eyeing amid the chaos beyond the glass.
Our breathing comes short and stilted, sliding and matching,
our rhythm complete and even and right.

The drums sound in the distance, meandering slowly through,
finding our attention through an ultimatum of distended interruption.
My return, we settle beneath invisible stars for darkness's nightly visit.