Fingers lock like
lips on weddings
white virginal dress
the last pretense of purity
before being someone
else’s

She is untamable and I think
she laughs more than she can
bear, air in her ribcage
squeezing a heart that sighs
with happiness

Remember this moment
because it will be one of the few
where you can almost
be in control,
to have her tangible
and not dancing off
into twilight,
leaving you alone

She is like the tides
you know when and where
she will return
but it is the absence that makes
you wish for a moment
that the moon would hide