Skin left fluttering

beneath every spark

as his fingers dusted across her cheek

to tuck a wayward strand of red hair

almost to her ear,

to press his lips so tenderly, so gently

against hers,

that her herb green eyes flicker closed

---

the air is so still

that it feels as if Zen has become the wind,

and Shirayuki is a tree to his steady touch,

trembling with the mere energy

of each gentle touch

her legs feel so light, her body shaking ever so gently

while Zen holds her close

that if he wasn't holding her up,

Shirayuki would fall back into his arms,

---

All Shirayuki knows when Zen pulls away,

so slowly,

is that she feels warm,

as if his kiss became a warm wind

moving so easily across her skin,

leaving her warmer than before,

a spark within her heart,

a flame across her skin

---

When Shirayuki stumbles

back into Prince Zen's arms,

he holds her so quietly and so closely,

that she doesn't need words to explain why

she returned so quickly to his arms