through the looking glass,
the pearly lights of sun’s hot breath,
the fever of heat,
from the depths of her bones.
through the dandelion meadow,
through the waist high grass,
the gentle kiss of summer wind,
like silk over freshly bathed skin,
the ocean over a parched body.
through the infinite mountains,
reaching into the endless sky,
fingertips against cotton candy clouds,
soft and pure as a fluffy kitten,
as a sleeping puppy.
knowing no boundaries,
knowing no time is real,
knowing only the grit of sand,
slipping through her toes,
and the scent of lilacs,
close to her nose,
the taste of mango over soft lips.
with bliss beneath her waving hands,
and freedom beneath her feet.