it's a psychedelic experience
she stands in front of you
like a set of speakers
blaring this new song you're digging
only the song tears a hole in the fabric of the universe
revealing a mesmerizing display of radial symmetry

and when she exits the stage of your eyes
you remember the song
you hum it all day long
it melts into your guitar-work
her residue on your lips
and in the words you speak

and when she enters again
you'll see into her colorful world
will she become a fixed planet in the firmament?