The woman in the corridor Moves lithely towards him. Her shadow, a dark tentacle of desire, Closes around him as he watches The light in the window behind her Struggle against the darkness In the long, narrow corridor.
The woman in the corridor Could be his fickle friend Coming back to him. Will she change her mind yet again, Turn into a room and disappear, he wonders As her shadow slithers towards him In the cold, narrow corridor.
The woman in the corridor, Unmindful of the distant sound of music, Pushes back a drooping strand of hair. Is it the silhouette of a woman walking up to him, Or is it a trick of the light, He wonders as he lingers In the dark, narrow corridor.
