LOCKED AWAY IN A BOX

The sweetness remains
Locked in a box
Upon threshold of midnight
Whispered and heard
Lightning and hail
Winters cruel curse.

Ice crystals on windows
Thunder rehearsed
Its long rumbling voice
Its crackling outburst
Seeking lips hot
Warm flesh a coat
Your deep sighs
A musical note.

The fingers that reached
Still believe somewhere
Lost in a moment
That no longer cares
Yet when the lightning subsides
The hail starts to stop
I remember that sweetness
Locked away in a box.