I associate her name with
motion I think of her hair flying around her shoulders
an aura,
a series of waves I remember watching her fingers flying over keys
white words zipping across the blue screen
I recall hips swaying - a slow gradual arc
a guitar driven movement
her body half awake on mine
rising and falling
I have witnessed fleeting moments of her sleep
curved shape still as glass
breathing deeply
while I, close by
could not breathe
at all