The gypsy woman dances
Her skirts cup the edges of the moon.
She tells her broken story from between crimson lips
While silk daubs the sky behind her and
Indigo letters infiltrate the heartache of her tears.
When the mountains merge with
Illuminated urban horizon
She traces her ribs over with pearl and
Bares herself to the world, to the wild.
The sun rises vermillion and fades to dusky orange
Between oyster purple and clam-shell white
She gathers her embroidered skirts close and
Radiating present
Fades.