My Jealous Fairy [10-15-01]

My jealous fairy,
fountain rivulets
spinning in perfect,
silent motion,
carouseling
round the placid
china-doll flesh..

She spun a song,
a symphony of
rhythm and
exuberence.
And when she danced,
she turned a jaded
mirror upward,
mocking clouds
against the pools.

When melody
and air collided,
notes and water
braided tendrils
into magic.
Softer were the
notes of twilight,
jewelled and jagged,
falling down
in rhythmic leaf
necropolis.