There she floats
upheld in ropes of light
that dance with the dust
and cast a hazy mosaic
all across her spine.

I am seeing this
for the first time
and I’m sure for the last.
For she’ll leave when she wakes
in that way only she can;

with so much ease.

But maybe she’ll leave behind
some of her weary
magic on the sheets,
as a fleeting gift
to fill my little nose at night.