A white whisper is her breath as it shimmers and cascades through the vortex of the surrounding December air.
Her eyes make diamonds jealous; they are stars containing each their own universe.
Skin pale and smooth, indescribable.
She owns each second like she owns her sexuality: with confidence.
The boundaries of the human form is her assailant, for she is as boundless as existence itself.
She is the apittimy of iridescent flow. The embodiment of tranquility.
Her heart, it would seem, has no limits to the sonorous energy it creates.
She is my perfect reflection.
I trap the memory of her in my mind.
Freezing a moment in the sleeting river of time.