She-Clouds

Do our clouds carry us?
Will they?
Was it the dark from which her face emerged
That made her so beautiful?
I leaned across the coffee cup again
A second time.
Do they?
She broke the window panes
With her brand new red shoes.

The black water down my belly
Began mumbling
A first time

Her face was held where water met darkness
Carrying the clouds
That made her so beautiful!