Smoke Screen
Fortune flashed in his hair,
in the dark of his eyes.
Summer skimmed the surface
of her thoughts.
She wondered what it would be like
to dance in his wind.
The stars drew his name
in clusters of burning points.
She wished on them.
She battled the air for knowledge.
She burned incense.
She dreamed of orange blossom
and spices on the altar of his being,
And she played the part of everyone
but herself.
