She walks among my thoughts

throughout the day so that

my conscious working hours are filled

with embarrassing mishaps.

She sleeps upon my written words

so delicate and frail that I dare not press

the keys too hard for fear of losing her among

the passages of my meandering mind.

She hides beyond my spoken words

seeking little attention

except for on those occasions

when she desires me most.

the birds are singing and the cat sits by her side having one of her several daily baths while all she feels are the thoughts she's having building up to such a crescendo that she knows in just a while the world itself will fall silent flowing over the slight breeze that now pours through the open veranda door seeking solace from the evening sun which still burns in the clear blue sky.

She takes a deep breath...

you are in her mind's eye playing a tune that she wants to recognise but as the notes linger in the air she concedes she does not know its name but longs to place her lips upon those notes that have caused your eyes to bleed emotions that at once blend to form a canvas on which she sketches you and her melded together in a lover's embrace.

You sat across from me on the tube

you were wearing scuffed black Converse,
brown cargos and a navy Pea coat.


The weather was warm.


you were listening to music on over-
sized headphones, while your eyes danced.


I hummed along to your tune.