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 door
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
