Behind Her Sun Glasses

Behind Her Sunglasses

Behind her sunglasses

hues of maroon

lace and veil her eyes

as cloud-threads over the moon

I hear them humming, looping~

a dissonant, syncopated tune

I close my eyes and imagine hers

the way one reads a room—

each gaze, a parenthesis

each glisten, a perfume

of the fruits cherished and tasted

then pressed and dry as a bloom