Window In My Mind

We stand together overlooking Pittsburgh
on a Saturday morning from a hotel window.
My hands caress her shoulders,
true love radiating from her skin into my fingers.
I bury my face into the crimson river of her hair,
inhaling her sweet scent,
and place a gentle kiss upon her neck.
She murmurs my name as she leans back into my chest,
her voice a song of fire,
so warm it burns within me.
A moment frozen in time, and etched in memory.
I watch the scene through the window in my mind,
like admiring a masterpiece painting that depicts pure beauty.
The ghost of her still in my arms, waiting
until the next time I can hold her again
on another Saturday morning in Pittsburgh.