Arms reaching for a love that will surround
her, stretching like the notes she sings.
Light flashing from her eyes, her teeth, her rings.
But less hypnotic than the rich profound
chocolate liqueur silk stroking of a voice
that speaks of loss and gain, joy and regret
of all the things we choose not to forget
though keeping them in mind is the hard choice.
As elegant as calligraphic line
upon fine paper, she stalks round the crowd
flirting and mocking. Sensual and proud
the eyes and lips that promise to be mine
or yours or no-one's. Her withholding art
promises nothing and still breaks your heart.