Her head is bowed
her mind is a mess
drowning in information
still starved for
knowledge

Netted bow wrapped
around her hair
piled curls sitting
gripped and held
pinned

Her jumper slides
shoulder exposed where
numbers mark a
shared tattoo of
love

A walking travesty
lips trained to
part to allow
a smile at
everything

Dance to a
beat her presence
my retreat for
lyrical soothing I'm
lost

She touches each
passing of air
that swims around
my body exposed
imagine

Sitting with me
she smiles graciously
my head turns
blushing falling for
her

Captured I've come
undone again where
love is blind
scaring me to
hell

I realise again
those lyrics once
heard,
that even the sun
sets in paradise.

© Sia Jane