Does she believe in snowbunnies
and other silly things?
Does she believe
four-leafed clovers grow only
Beneath my feet?
Does she know
you are bound here only
when you look down at the ground
below you?
She is no longer intimate
with earthly hues
and things earthbound in general,
Celestial embodiment,
even this in the color of dreams,
Those are not stars
rather
shared souls...
A spirit alone
Can not hang as motionless,
burn
in relentless passion,
remain
oblivious.
She must know something of angels
For every one I see
feels like her skin.