Rosemary

I know a girl who is like the sunlight
that filters in through a dusty window
choked, ghostly, and translucent
but bringing brightness to all her fingers touch.
She takes compliments
and crumples them between her fingers
like used restaurant napkins -
things to toss at other people or in the trash
but never to keep for herself.
Last Wednesday I kissed the girl
whose fingers could sew sunlight
and with steady hands she threaded each
strand of golden silk to every place she could reach
and I swear she made our bodies shine.