you showered in the orange room as I lay there
and unselfconsciously naked, towelled your hair
over your shoulder, head to one side
like a woman does
lost in your reverie, I’d slipped your mind
we were just two people passing through one space and time
a random collision, no reason, no rhyme
like a ricochet
the world spins another day and on we go
all intimacy passes, this much we know
but a lingering image, lithe, slender and bare
abides with me
you showered in the orange room…
