from venus she landed
eccentric hair to begin with
around the corner or
probably have to throw a million stones
faces blurred into magnetism
instinctive intuition was map
maybe they would have to
swim across stars
and let the salt heal wounds
thought it was phantom love;
        heart-stricken gaze
        interlocking fingers
        kisses under mirrorball
but if he could smell her Chanel
the proximity that becomes her
beaming aurora borealis
when flesh became decadent
and the beyond is king
she could take the train
while he sits next
he, a doctor in Kosovar camps
she, a refugee of a midnight urban
but when they meet
        twin mates on Mother Earth
        forever souls on surreal realms

© estherg