looking forward to look back

one movement after the other and it's a dance 
time glues the shapes together 
the all seeing eye notices she is on a wave 
invisible to any other eye but her inner 

she moved in a place build out of the shreds of past love
astonished by how big it is, how bright the colors 
how wide the space around it and still inside 
it's a nest, wool, fire, incense 

being the only visitor to the exhibition of her life 
in this museum, she had children, her hips typically 
build for it

drawings of him and forest animals 
she found loopholes to live inside of them 

she had men before but here she waits for him 

she died in the hope to be alive again.