Perches precariously on the edge of my
Crippled consciousness
Jealously and zealously guarding it
Lest it strays to ‘unchartered waters’.

To ostensibly **** time
She around the clock
Traverses the ‘bumpy’ uneven terrain
Of my mindfulness leaving in her wake a gall aftertaste.

She a beautiful apparition
Skirting and strutting her stuff
Boldly in my mind’s eye
All this to my chagrin.