Such a small space!

Look at my face

I fit into it well


Daring to trace

By hand I race

I cannot kiss and tell


Flowing like a river

Flowing water, like a sieve

Ahead, I look, but ever, I receive –

Rather I to give


The window reflects my stare

Comfort reflects my love

The mattress lends itself to me

Like velvet lends itself to glove


Pristine within my summer –

Delighted, in my sight

The spirit, seen, amazes Grace

As she turns on my light!

Published by Owen Tilley