she had a face
like you see
on a coin

like an Empress
newly
minted

or on a rare postage stamp
or on a high denomination note
that I could never afford

she had a body
like a story
that had yet to be written

but that was
just within the grasp
of the writer's pen

"Marriage?" she snorted "Marriage!"
perched upon
an ornate chamberpot

"Go marry..."she laughed
"...your self!" she chuckled
peeing fluently

& then she flew
like lovers do
in a Chagall painting

only alas
minus - me
I the jagged hole in the canvas

the moon refused
to shed light
upon her refusal

I a ghost
haunting her every word
the music of silence