Floating Soul (Peace) ...

she puts me in
another world.
melodic tempo, mixed rhythm...
psychadelia.
off-beat like the flower in her hair,
or the tattoo on her hip.
outer space serenity molded against
pounding drums and
indecipherable screams.
the quiet of her dreams
shattered by the thud of
double bass -
a compliment to her heartbeat.

she cries in me a sea of
rainbowed tears, each kissed with the
rays of Jupiter and alive
with the fire of a thousand falling stars.
behind her eyes rest
a thousand more;
she exhales their stories,
transcribed in songs written
in the blood of martyrs on the
shoulders of giants.

and i listen.
the offspring of gypsies
and willow dust,
a reminder of how things used to be.
she found herself in the
veins of the aqueducts, in the
tremors of the third world and the
rhythm of the transatlantic breeze.
memory's familiar:
now the dam only breaks
when she wants.

i envy her translucence,
her heavy.

her heaven.