Brown Eyed Girl Poem by Emma Gascoyne

He sang ‘Brown Eyed Girl’ to her
As they lay side by side
In her studio apartment
Overlooking the rooftops
Where the city cats
Prowled, marking their domain.

In the early morning light
They would make love
And as the sun rose in the east
She would smile,
And know that this was
Her heaven on earth.

And as he slept,
She would make her way
To the boulangerie
For when he awoke
He would be ravenous
And love needs feeding.

And returning, she would
Watch him lie
Stretched across the bed
And love him more than anything.
He would slowly wake
And smile, that smile
Tender, yet sleepy

They would share the baguette
Greedily breaking chunks off
And feeding one another
The smell of fresh coffee
Aromatic to their love.

And when he left
She would sigh
And feel not quite whole
But warm in the knowledge
That she was
His brown eyed girl