Love is a Trick of the Light

I entered her world so easily.
A paper sailing ship carried me
from one side to the other
across the motionless basin of water,
and I alighted, dry as matchwood,
upright as a pulpit.

And it was not the second coming of Christ,
or anything like that. It was one
small, plastic chair, a wish
to be incandescent in a world of midnights,
and a flight of butterflies, tipsy tilt
across the garden.