Awkward as an angel
who bears the burden of black beauty
she turns, unaware of the emptiness
that swirls around her lost legs
 
Legs on which balance the twin curses of
comfort and congeniality
 
She is a solitary saint
in a universe of undistinguished souls
She is shy and unsure of her shine
and I can see nothing else
 
My drastic and distracted dreams
kept us forever at wing’s length
So that it is only when I can’t sleep,
when all I can do is lie and listen to her breathe,
that the beating of my heart makes any sense