Reader

Dear Reader,

I wrote a poem for you. It is in my new book Tango in a Teacup which is launching as we speak. However I felt you should have it free. Here it is, I hope you like it :)

Reader

I know not where she goes

Between ink and page

She travels she is not here

To forests and seas that don’t exist

I know not where she is

Planeswalker of the words

Present or gone matters little

To the flow of the river

This place between page and ink

Past her skin past her house

Past all that is

She goes and is gone and flies or swims or cries or lies or burns or plays games with kings

I know not but she has left

For a world between madness and dream

She travels like skin between sheets

Yet has not moved from in front of me.