she shone like an astigmatism
through my window. as i drove
i watched her arms like radiance
grab each corner of the patina sky
and hang it where a million bats
probably slept in eachother's wings.
i savoured her like sweet morning tea.

in time though the first watercolours
spilt; yellows kissing oranges bleeding
reds and i held her gaze above my head.
like summer she began to melt the daytime
and she dripped onto my back. i felt
her wash down my shoulders. i saw her
sweetness then. i saw her clearer than ever.