Drawn By Pensive Strokes

She cocks her ear
to the tapping
of keystrokes
that bounce along
hardwood floors
to penetrate
the sanctuary
of her rented room

He goes at random hours
possessed for short spells
until the abrupt silence
prompts her to continue
the internal narrative

She believes he is motivated
by her presence
through awkward transactions
of passing one another
in those common spaces

His rush almost always
immediately follows
and though aware
of being caught
in comfortable clothes
she refuses to consider
that this would pose any barrier
to the inspiration
she draws from his mind

She hopes one day
that timid knock
will pull her from the fantasy
and she will be entered
like the countless times
she has scripted
in the privacy
of her head.