She floats down like rivulets
Of rain making patterns o’er
The grimy glass panes.
She soils my soul pitiless
With her studied silence
And resenting eyes.

She flits across my dreams
Like mosquitoes would o’er
Unprotected elbows.
She wakes me up listless
With her tinkling laughter
And inviting lips.

She abounds my conscious
Like waves swamping fisher-boats
Descend, rebound, descend.
She envelops me scarceness,
Without physical union
And endeared memories.

She lives and fights me endlessly
Through shredded words and
Pain-filled ‘membrances.
I cherish and seek her gamely
In every waking moment,
Content that she throbs in me!
Despite her stoicism.