She dances paths through my mind
like torchlight cupped in a territorial hand.
Weary neediness clinging to the beam
like one hugs a life-jacket close to the skin.
I sing of my emotions;
whisper sweet somethings to open ears.
You hang in the corners of my life
like glittering spiderwebs;
beautiful when inspected.
I dance in the sunshine and
spin patterns with your image;
Then cradle myself in your cupped
hands and let you rock me to sleep.