Jane sketching ...

Yesterday morning, Jane sketched me whilst I sat upon the terrace - inside the marble house, a fountain cooled the shadowy atrium - 

I gazed at the heartfelt words in my notebook - 

I knew that soon I must return to my own house - 

I put the notebook down, and gazed at Jane's drawing - 

There I was, a web of nerves and bone, a  flickering shadow in the May sunlight - 

The air smelt of figs - birds were singing their passionate songs -