Snow ballerina

The notes coincide with her rhythmic feet dancing circles in the flakes.
Pirouette; so graceful, as her battered ballet slippers soak up the ice.
Locks of curls hang in her focused eyes, as she concentrates deeply,
Her eyes on her feet, his eyes concentrated strongly on her.

The leotard stretches with her back into a perfect C as her right leg jumps.
His eyes captivated and enthralled by her body's angelic movements.
Tip toeing her arms stretch over her head, then she stops and stares;
Looking only at him, her eyes fixated on his chest collapsing rapidly.

Slowly she is balanced on one foot, on one toe, and his gaze holds her up.
Higher then she'd ever imagine, his eyes holding a grip on her frigid body.
She exhales and the ground shakes, he's waiting to catch her, just grasp her.
Whatever it takes to reach out and touch her, if only the flakes would stop.

They don't, they hold their power trying to break her into imperfectness.
Her feet leap, as her arms fly, she wisps through the snow faster then the wind.
It spins her strongly closer to him, like he is the weatherman casting his forecast.
Just then their skin brushes and the snow stops, the world stops, but their hearts race.