Her.

 

she was herself

complete

every man’s mystery and no man’s muse

unpaintable

untouchable

intangible

 

self sure and shining,

shadowed only by a sun shy sadness strangers saw so little of

she hid behind no hinges, handles,

no locks blocked some true being from those who

turned keys

passed thresholds  

looked beyond frames

not knowing they were the trespassers and she, the dosor

 

her figure flashed, a firefly in my periphery

her hours

played long past ours

her nights at full volume

 

where my sometime sisters sipped summer through straws in well manicured hands she soaked in it

drank the days

every

last

drop

 

with haste we could not understand

and eyes that saw more than we imagined

she ran

without ever

touching

the ground

tripping towards the horizon