she was of another world
far outside my reach
a flamingo in the mountains
with color that doesn't quite fit in
but without, would leave my world so dull.

she was of another world
but greeted as if we'd met
like black rhino's in the bush
so careful with her bowing horns
as she placed her cheeks on mine
with tenderness only she could show.

she was of another world
a greener more humid place
lush of unfurled ferns and pollen covered leaves
where foraging for fruit is foreshortened,
and bounty builds with ease  

she was of another world
a place i never knew
showing me the world at large
showing me her world too