In Between

The errant flourishes of hair laid across her face
Without her knowledge or acquiescence
Was she asleep or in bliss that she didn't
Notice this intrusion
Her silhouetted head was buoyed in the atmosphere
By the effervesce of being
It was clear there was no beyond or residue
It was as if the sun on her face was enough
I was here with her
I had no relationship with her
I was merely one of the strands of hair that webbed her face
I could feel the sun heated satin of her skin