I am Helene
Listen to: I am Helene Should I tell you that my name's Helene? Or how I'd love to share your closest thoughts, or even as a lover, share your bed? Oh! Have you not seen my feelings for you? With your hand, you loosen your still-damp hair, your floral-scented copper hair that gleams with red and gold by morning's growing light. You gently comb and brush it through and through. You aren't long from the warmth of your bed as you sit beside me, with your make-up balanced across your knees to sculpt and paint the image of the woman your mirror sees. Yet you're perfect as you are; how I wish that I was the image of your desire. I turn to speak but feel my courage ebb; the train doors have opened at St.Pancras.