red yoga pants

had her pick of the sea

and then she put in next to me

my shoulders slipped back

my pencil lay still

your sweet, florid strokes

course hair

and gentle breathing

made mine stop and start 

weaning itself

having to

from your breaths of fresh air.

and then the projector reappeared from the dark

and the tables were shifting

and i silently slowly sadly shyly 

gathered my things

and made for the door:

behind you.