my heart is a harp & she plays with its strings. she cradles me like moonlight, sings me a lullaby. i kiss her & my mind is delirious with stars. my lips come away pink, blooming open. her eyes hold the capacity of a clear morning sky. the wind whispers her name, springtime raindrops light as her heartbeat. rivers of gold flow in her veins; rush beneath my fingertips. she takes to the horizon like a thunderbird. i stand beneath a gathering of storm stirred clouds, trembling like the nobody i am, waiting her return. the face of heaven does not answer me.