Stepping outside,
I paused and raised my face to the mist.
Her cold hands slapped my cheeks crimson,
making me gasp in surprise.
I hunkered down my shoulders,
drawing the collar of my coat tighter to fight off the unexpected chill.
The predawn sky hung heavy with haze that whispered into my ear,
“Go back to bed.”
The street lay in waiting silence with its lights haloed weak and pale.
The fog muffled my steps as I crossed the slick sidewalk.
She entranced me with her ebbing dance as I inhaled her essence.
She engulfed me with her silken touch as I stepped deeper into her embrace.
Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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