if i were to
a glimpse of her
she would be:
fairy white
slender limbs with
heart-studded sunglasses
perched daintily upon a nose, tipped forward

because she has trouble spotting me

and she is summer-blind but: oh!
how I can see

and i do, finding her
in the crook of a mouth,
the curve of my spine,
the s p a c e
between my fingers,
but she is gone in a flash of white

and there is no lo
to behold.