Her backdoor opens out onto the rooftop.
And of an evening, she steps out of this world
And into the otherworldly light
That can only be found
On rooftops.
And she keeps it a secret,
Lest her neighbors suggest
That she entertain them there.
But one day, she thinks
That she will share it
With someone special.
Until then, it is her private portal,
Her sacred chamber,
Her hidden temple.
And yet,
I see her there
From across the way
And avert my eyes
From the sacred place
Pretending not to notice.
