there was snow on the ground.

her spider-like fingers curled
over his arm,
while her mouth grinned wide like a wolf's
in the white of the moon when there was snow on the ground.

he, mesmerized, couldn't help but stare:
her bones, her feet,
her waving chestnut hair.
like the time before when he said he would stay,
his heart in the right place,
beating at its right pace,
but his head filled with every intent to run away.
something in this moment tied him down,
turned his nimble feet into blocks of stone.

perhaps, it was a fleeting moment of love that distilled him there,
or her melting fingers that locked
him in place, long enough to inspect everything,
then quietly waltz away.