He's beautiful even through the fractured light
that rebounds off the bedroom mirror, glints
off his touselled, shadowed hair. This night
is shrouded: the starless sky, the silence tints
this rainy lovers' evening in subdued.
He's lovely even through the wisps of hair
that hover with his breath, obscure my view:
his upturned nose, his molten chocolate stare.
His heart sends me vibrations, him against
my body under wool and down and sheets.
I choose this to recall: one night condensed
to breaths and silence broken by heartbeats.
I recollect it fondly , though I know
that all that ceased three sonnets ago.