I came again and again,
sat in the corner,
drinking bundaberg ***
as you floated
like life given to spirits
on the dance-floor,
spinning discs of disco,
moves like an emerging
temptress and a saint
emerging into the one,
leaves a trail blazing wraith,
ghostly I  imagine your warmth...
A sun,
A bird,
A morning
pray,
A woman
Something
A feeling
Breakdown,
Nothing's said
but imagined.
Anchored.