strange time in my life

How had she managed to hog so much beauty?

It's weird – when I saw you,

She smelt of roses.

I felt this strange physical pull, 

She was soft and slender and supple.
She was interesting and lovely.

like I couldn't keep my eyes off you.

She loved plants. She had green fingers.

months and months had passed

but I said something about how it had been

'over half a year' like I hadn't been counting

and I didn't know it was almost exactly eight.

She loved plants. She had green fingers. (A lie.)

...hog so much beauty? (A bigger lie.)

But there was something, something

Including words from Deborah Levy's 'Swimming Home', 2011

(thank you Deborah)