The Short-Haired Girl

I keep thinking of the short-haired girl

Who fell out love with words

Who spent her time asking “what are dreams made of?”

Who made a secret deal with The Devil

And married Death.

I keep thinking of the short-haired girl.

Someone Aphrodite would kiss

Someone Scott Fitzgerald would fall for

“Eyes like emerald,” he would say

Eyes only Selene would have

Eyes that petrify sin and judge mankind in her sleep

To-morrow or to-day

I keep thinking of the short-haired girl

Whose tears fall from the brimming ache

As the angels fell from Heaven

Grace, fidelity

“I’m running from a nightmare to another,” she would cry

But what was she looking for?

A lullaby?

Or someone to lay her head on?

Between the stars she would sit

To rule love like Lilith

But the stars were shining a little too late

Now she hates a little too great

I keep thinking of the short-haired girl

Who I care and I hold dear.

Even if silence is too deafening

And love won’t reach her arms

I will love the short-haired girl

Until the birds swim

And the foxes dance like lovers.