She is beautiful, isn't she
the way she moves
towards you in the night
makes you gasp
for breath
moves past the sweat
that gathers along your hairline
into a larger space
the deeper place
of dreams

And when you turn
into her
sheets rolling back
revealing the white underside
of vulnerability
her bright pictures explode become
interruption of time and people
hitch-hiking into darkness

this is fear
this is beauty
and she will not stop
for anything.

-Marisa Alps