Ella Sabe

Her belly button didn't fit in her blouse
Bonsai skirt, oversized jacket
Roller coaster curves
White cotton stockings

You move on the sidewalk
With your cellophane skin
And a bricklayer becomes a poet
And a little soldier, a captain

And she knows I'm looking at her
And I know that she knows
I put love in a sigh
If it fits in a sigh

Where her back ends
Is where the sleepless nights begin
Minimal fabric in her skirt
The night sleeps in her hair

Every verse I write to her
Is every kiss she owes me
Every sip of a sigh
And if I get closer, she steps back

And she knows I'm looking at her
And I know that she knows
I put love in a sigh
If it fits in a sigh

So much pending sin
In her solar waist
A thousand light years to her belly
Is my polar distance