while I wasn't looking
drew its outline with her pupil.
She wrapt
me in her wavy curls
as a mother loves a child as
if I were lithium and she were fluorine
if I were lithium and she were fluorine
so I knew she knew I was hers.
She walked away
and passed again, I
holding her thought,
my world nothing else;
imaging innocence herself
she walked away
outside and put her back against me
through the window where
I sat
she sat.
A wink, the brush of eyelids sleeping,
her form against me in a silhouette of ours.
She felt so beautiful.
Time carried her again
inside
my eyes
in her eyes
her mouth moving untangling soundless
"what?"
