She
By ebc
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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She sighs she moves she smiles she looks
At me. Her skin her hands her eyes
Are beautiful. I watch her: fascinated.
She talks she sings she scrubs her skin with salt in the bath
She calls to me: "come in here and talk to me!"
So I do.
I sit in the bathroom with her and watch her: transfixed.
She gets out she gets dressed she kisses me goodbye
And she leaves
For her boyfriend's place.
I sit, I think, I am enclosed by the flat
The smell of the bath is still in the air
Her presence hangs behind her as mine
Follows her down the corridor?
I sigh I move I smile to myself
I sing I dance
Quiet
And alone.
I sigh I move I dance
My heart beats -
Heavily.
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