What color is your skin
When the morning sun falls on your cheek?
Do you smile with abandon or with grace
When you glide along in a gauzy skirt
Moving your frame and whipping his heart?
Does your hair smell of vanilla, dear Alexandra-
Does it cascade down your back,
Soft to his touch, lucent black?
How did you feel
When he kissed you on your nape not long after
You closed your eyes
And let yourself unwind in the night of his chest?
Did you rub your thumb against the back of his hand
When he held yours in his for the first time,
When your body heats fused
Into wordless warmth?
Who are you?
Alexandra. The shadow in my sighs.
The parting of my lips-
Alexandra.
