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.