Always creeping around corners...

Always creeping around corners, peering at me through your painted scarves. You were always wearing sandals and eating locusts, and I never recognized you, but your eyes make a circle. And lately I’ve followed you; trying to get a glance at the hem of your long straight skirt, and the necklace laid beneath those scarves. Even just the memory of you is enough to get me looking, around corners, for you. If I could just see that hem close up, I could dance in sandals and fly in silk