She Lives

She flushes and drops bright eyes to hide my image... I cup her face and drown it. [me] She breathes hesitantly, mouth Pressed and obstinate... I gather her corners up. [drawing that smile again] She welts tearlines onto the Pale perfection: skin... I wet my thumbs, agonized. [her sorrow breaks] She sleeps, curls framing movement And serenity... I weave myself into both. [touching the ends of eternity]