Her World

She tells me these fantastic stories
With her voice, her eyes
And with her flying hands
Of things she lived
Movies she saw
And tales she heard

And I can see them, live them
As if I’d been there

Or she grows quiet and
She grabs her brushes
She shows me stories
In colours and lines
Worlds that burrow themselves
Under my thirsty skin

And I can spend hours on end
Getting lost inside of her

And when she sleeps
She offers dreams
Punctuated breath and
Twilight shapes
Imagined tendrils of her world
That leave me standing on the outside

I could just give away my world
Were I assured to live in hers

Victor Alejandro Wainer, Victoria, BC. August 2025