Paramour.

A soul meanders,
Blossoms, bursts.

Silent night,
Hold me still,
You, yesterday, were a pretty thing,
Under liquored light,
Dancing upon ropes, of tangled treasure,
With fairy arms, you, pretty thing,
Said nothing, just the calm closure of your eyelashes,
Like a mirror with opened wings.

Speckled stars, speckled stars,
Tiara of Love,
Tiptoe, swan like, across shinning snow,
And find, warm hands;
The shape of parting sea,
To hold you, O Silent Night,
Sipping, our bottled memory.