Sheet

She is nothing. 
Just a black sheet before your eyes. 
But out of this apoctiliptic world, a special set of eyes see more. 
She is a black sheet of stars, glistening and blinding. 
Perhaps this is why no one saw her. 
This special set of eyes had a body, 
And he loved her. 
His words created galaxy’s and planets. 
His touch created colors, bursting into her sheet. 
Making her deeper, bigger, glorious. 
She is something.