Her Cities

the girl in the blue dress,
she made her eyes into stars.
the girl had yellow hair
and she sat on clouds,
looking down.

imagining she could
tip toe on the tops
of mountains,
lick the sunbeams
off the her pointer finger,
and talk
the way the cobblestones do.

wanting to paint
each toenail
the color of the shore,
turn her smile into the ceilings
and her the curve of her neck
into the sounds of the fountains.
and finally breathe
the way the world does
when it falls asleep.