How do you know

You don't. 

A softness in her demeanour; lethargic, long muscles and buttery bones create an almost slothlike appearance. Edging along the sides of walls silently, observing everyone else in the room. Playing cards, chatting, drinking sherry from small crystal glasses that clink against their teeth.

She walks along, casually draping her gloved fingers against the wall, studying the patterns of the damp-ridden wallpaper. The shapes unite and break in intervals and she is mesmerised by them and the deep red arrangements that seem to hover in the air.

She looks at him, once, twice but never thrice. He only catches the back of her neck; unruly dark hair coiled up into soft curls, continuing all the way down and disappearing inside her dress. For a brief moment he imagines it released and wavy against the whiteness of a pillow on a bed, like a pool of blood. This makes him shiver in his chair, and he grasps his glass that bit harder and spills the sticky liquid onto his fingers, cursing. It seeps onto the cloth that covers the table and he thinks how it will leave an amber imprint there, forever marking the things he felt that night.

In your bed

In your bed I am filling the spaces between your covers

The bumps in your mattress and the gaps in the poor weave of your sheets

You don’t have to say it

It’s like pins and needles on the back of my neck

It’s like the sound of thunder without lightning

But without lightning there is no thunder

Your eyes are everywhere over me except my face, you cannot look me in the face when you’re not saying it

You don’t say it but my ears hear it and on this Monday I will change

I’ll twist myself around, so far that the image will break and you can follow the trail of shards

Still you don’t say it

And I give a voiceless promise that I will change

This Monday, Tuesday... Next week or next minute

The sky is a pinpricked sphere and I cannot make the difference between shooting stars and their reflections on the windows of buildings

I greet them all with a wish

You don’t say it

But I think I can hear the thunder