Invisible Millions Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

Behind her wallpapered smile, who is she? Is she graceful?
It hits upon him like an innocent mallet on a xylophone story.

Now there are veils and scarves upon the corners of the walls,
they murmur her little, sharp novels into his ears; he’s robbed away.

It must be a risk, with the texture of snake skin, or was it fur?
White as the skies his face turns, he looks to his wrist, a pale red.

She shimmers like the sun, but is as gentle as moonshine.
He’s blown away, dear Heavens, he’s starting to slip into her.

Sweetly breathing in all that surrounds her, plain or scratched,
he doesn’t mind her momentary sneeze; she was a Goddess.

Behind her smile, who is she? Is she meant for anyone?
He crosses his legs on a floor, everything is a blur. Invisible millions.

He would have gladly killed himself, just to be one with her.
Measuring the distance, her photograph dissolves him.

Harmony has him.