My thoughts turn to you

Into an invisible spot

The social world

Enters full-armed

Speaking about a trap

And to you

My thoughts turn still

Love in my defence

That try talk

A place for themselves

Believe themselves

Vanish themselve

In my heart –

Aaah, G! That place

You sit like a still goddess

As my heart heaves

From this to that

But falter

But race

Love in flight

A wingèd heart

After the pattern

Of your face