A woman I felt more than fond of,
she didn’t like men.
Not in that way.
At the time, I thought
perhaps her mind might sway,
listening to the things I say,
the crazy things I talk about.
Maybe we’d become
more than friends.
Once,
I bought her a tie she liked as a gift,
hoping her thoughts about me,
these might shift.
Later on,
that same evening,
we rose up inside a tall building
in an elevator (a lift).
Lost in a maze of mirrored corridors,
finally, we picked a door.
Walked through, tentatively
into somebody else’s party!
On the open-plan top floor,
below the black night sky
we window-gazed,
out upon a universe of city lights.
And once comfortably seated,
I told her, I wanted more.
Brinkinfield 