Anne's IV

I find her in my bedroom, grinning, 

Messy and mischievous, her dark hair down 

“I just needed a kirby grip.”

 

She stiffens up, stands straight,

Solid and framed, the low curves in the light found 

Her a goddess. I love her. 

 

She pins them up. Two buns, like Leia.

It’s fashion. I know the men I hate think of rounded

Things often. It is not so. 

 

The moons of Jupiter have 

lit in her hair, pale and circling, orbiting the crown

of the girl who slips in and out

 

of my dreams like a breathless shadow. 

 

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