By Ruth Y. Nott
Copyright 2003
There upon the mirror was a message
written in the shower's steamy mist,
and below it was a smudge of cherry red
where her breathless lips had lingered in a kiss.
Her still damp footprints led him to the bedroom
where shadows danced within the candle's light
and he saw her there upon the silken covers
an angel sent to warm his dreary night.
