imaginary moment

She sat on the bridge
as an unnatural bird
might perch above a river
writing silent music
and laughed
and looked me in the eye
and suddenly the sand storms
whirling about in our minds
settled with our gaze

She was familiar with
the terrain of my emotions
and showed me that map
of my heart drawn in the stars
and smiled
as she stroked my hair
and showed me what love is
if such a poetry existed
it did when our eyes met

She immediately knew
what I was dreaming
or why sleep is faith
if she felt our unity
and asked
the tightrope question
with curious apathy
but she pulled me close
and our lips converged