she waltzes
naked before the fire
dressed only in music

tennis court at night
the moon a ball in flight
LOVE-ALL

her shadow slides up steps
as if it were her serpent self
a peacock shrieks

her mirrored self
kisses her on the lips
incense walks about on the air

the legend of her
accretes about the real self
even she no longer knows

the cuckoo clock aghast
at her death
her pearls scattered across the floor

a morning
made of silence and stillness
the hawk's talons outstretched