You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
The leaves hang low now with the weight of summer,
Swallow you up along the sun-flecked path
Only your legs I see...
Whether for sex or comfort,
Oh, cuddle me! of course I’m like a child,
Look at me, big sixty...
