Her body could sing with no word to be heard but would deafen me just as it should be.
The skies seemed to explode in her eyes, a mosaic of blue with lights running through them,
Men fell at her feet
whereupon I would meet them, look at and delete them from memory.
She could pluck tunes from my fingers,make melodic singers of my stubby old hands.
She stands with the Amazons.