it was a naked afternoon
when i slept
with a narrow slit in my eyes
she saw me to wonder
such a narrow passage for your dreams
i did not wake when she was here
she left a note by my pillow
thats how i know she was here
i had kept my eyes closed
and walked to another emerald isle
maybe she could come with me
but i called her a cab
she measures distances by hand
while i dream of four minute miles
i revel in myself
of walking on water
and healing by touch
of feeding the starved with mandrake plants
as a mystic with a cubist church
she paints with her feet
and feeds pigeons in a graveyard
she sleeps in the open on cold nights
and feels the warmth of distant stars
how does faith love a heresiarch
with the narrow slit in my eyes
ive seen her dancing on the bridge of sighs