Gliding along the wooden planks
As coals of emerald
Kindled his face
I caught a glimpse of a transfiguration.
Soft winds swept up my cotton skirt
Past polished shoes and mounds of earth.
Then it lifted my chin
Through jaded sand dunes,
Where infinite grains
Flooded delicate rings
Speckled with promises in metallic frames.
His rhinestones charred
And their tapestries glistened
And I knew I was dancing
With a glass winged butterfly.