her laughter streaks like lightning,
it’s contagion moves like thunder through my bones.
she speaks in dreams,
of tahiti and royal thrones.
of far off places
and faces i’ll never know.
images painted in her eyes,
reflecting colors that strike me, sharp as knives.
i could swim inside her mind,
drown in her tears a thousand times.
as she mourns all the lives
she’ll never live.
as mortality brings to her demise
and the dreams she’d had since six years old
are compromised.