February 6

It was one of those gray winter days
when you arrived like a mystery of fate. 

One of those winters
when the light seems to lose itself
among the shadows of the universe.

Yet,
you brought softness
to the quiet darkness
of gray winter days.

Then
the days grew warm.

January floated in the air,
light, trembling,
like the emotion that filled me
every time I looked at you.

Looking at you
while feeling you close,
in the gentle warmth
of your apapachos. 

February,
you were my spring.

Thirty,
embracing the penumbra of winter
beneath the soft flames
of a starry night.

Twenty-seven,
sparkling wine

air bubbles
through the champagne glasses.

Tongue twisters in the kitchen,
intensity in your unspoken glance

Like Minttu,
burning.

Like the kisses we shared
that night
luminous

full of stars.