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