Watching You Watching Her
The next morning you told me her name,
but I knew her shape from the light in your eyes
as I watched you dancing through the flame;
I followed her hips in the curves of your smiles,
Swayed to the heart-dark pulse of the bass.
She turned, and you caught my breath,
head back, eyes half-shut. Your face
was reflected in hers when your eyes met.
Here comes the music:
this song is my theme tune,
and every time you sing the words out strong
for her. You could be music to my ears,
but I cannot watch you watching her too long.
You turn to me with her fading smile too soon,
and the mirror-image refracts in my tears.