Parts of me are on display
You see my legs
long strong
The shape of my breasts
My skin smooth
You catch me smile
you’re complimentary
My fingers with rings
Dancing to the tune of the trembling in you
The curve of my spine
My hips imagined supine

You don’t see my heart
So completely yours
You don’t see the sadness contained in those seconds where your eyes meet mine across our chasm
You don’t see me
The pedestal keeping us apart
Music in both – the poet and the muse
But missing movement
Idol
Ideal
Is it me or is it you
Does it matter
since we can’t bridge to each other
Something lost in translation
in my love for you
And your loneliness despite it

Amsterdam, Feb 2019