I try to capture
which one glimmers
but I'm always
a sequin behind.

......

I followed you from table to table
like a kitestring unbound.
You seemed to soar, to dip,
to rocket,
flirting earth and heaven
like a half-fallen angel.

Then the night blew out
and you stalled atop it,
and like dew,
glistened down
gently upon me.

......

Tiny shiny paper
on the dress
on the floor,
waterfalling
quicksilver
from the night before.

I wake to ask you
which one glimmers
but the dress
has somewhere gone.

I close my eyes
to dizzy shimmers
chase them ever
on and on.