Stationary©
She stands unmoving in my mind
stationary.
I look in her eyes and all the universe is ablaze.
Lapping at the corners of her.
How can her body seem so unmoving in the photograph of this instant?
Only her heart stirs in the pulse of life at her throat, her breast.
Then the moment is gone and she moves
pushing her hair from her tangled brow and askes;
"Why are you with me?"