Yesterday I followed a trail
of coffee beans stencilled into
the contours of Anouk’s dress:
tapioca coloured lips serenaded
coral and mustard tweed, near
the surface of the Java Sea.
A boat was anchored:
a silhouette of Noah’s Ark swayed
to the tempo of her undulating tapestry.
The silver vessel glistened as my
reflection met its gaze; she bore
the weight of this loyal talisman
above the space where her
heart should have lived: she was
clothed in an aura of allegory.