The nymph steals glances from behind the glass
Bright blue, sharpened stare
Between bushes, amidst the grass
Fingers so nimble, they slipped through the cracks
Slid down the molding,
Dyed the carpet, stained the cat
Her smirk lived within speckles of paint
The hush of the floorboards
Breath that made the fruit a sickening sweet
But only in afterimages do I see her face
A late night mirage
In the bathroom, in the closet, in the eggs
In the sticky, wiry ink in which she'd signed her name
Her ghostly whispers calling out
From behind trickles of rain
A permanent spot in the recess of the window frame
Did she lay, nuzzled close
Silently, to wonder, watch and wait
A forever presence even the wind cannot displace
Only one day had she entered
But a thousand she'll stay
Thieves come in uninvited and never quite leave
