My Pineal Body

My head is in a book
my brain is busy
shuffling, sorting, storing words
to be considered by my soul.

My head is on a train
my brain, acting clever, letting me in on a
lover's phone call while I savour a cheese roll
basking in his after shave.

Tucked in a deep dark groove
sits my soul
who made me a woman and is right now
planning a night for me in his arms.