She reveals herself in a different form,
a different body, different eyes looking
out from nowhere, different novel details
hidden in the pattern of her hair.
She discloses mysteries when I'm not
expecting them, comes around the corner
quickly with a challenge, comes around
like a patient moon in delicate cycles.
Yet I am dazzled more each time, the eyes
are of an infinite depth, the mysteries
remind me this dream is unpredictable.
But without a definition I still recognize
something of the demure figure obscured
by a temporary body sleeping quietly.
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