Snapshot: Sepia

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.