The Sum of Parts

Her spirit met her body on a rooftop
in the dead of winter at 11:08 p.m.
and it sat there awestruck
as each time he kissed her mouth
it sparked it was dry but oh so not
such a desert of snow there laid
out below them - above deep wet

moon held shy between clouds
and somewhere over there
a river caught below the ice kept
flowing as she cried out and he leapt
out into her and for that moment
there was only that world held
in the quiver of what was to begin

cold wind sighed
warm
over fogged glass