She held the sea in her arms
Her head was adorned with Orion himself
She bore the warmth of the Sahara
She had the lure of an open window
I saw the universe end 5 times over through her eyes
And felt the gravity of the sun in her strawberry perfume
The split between day and night followed her
And she left behind unclaimed paintings
So I'd wake up at 5 in the morning
Where the world was still
And the winds were cold
And I'd sit patiently hoping to catch a glimpse of her before the birds find me
