Hyperbolic Angel Chamber

I saw you in there,
and all my questions
were reduced to a quest
to keep you this close
for as long as I could.
I cannot forget when
your dress of silver mesh
and tinsel-tangled hair
gave me no reason
to keep breathing.
In fact, the moment
you tapped my knuckle
with your icicle fingers,
all sound was swept
into space and every
nerve in my body woke
from a life-long sleep
and every word I ever
wrote flew into my face
like birds against glass.
I have a question,
and though a kiss
is hardly a question,
I think it must be
the answer.