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
I see you young and could-be-straying
Suspicion scars an ancient heart
The I pretend and say I’m playing...
He does his yoga, straining up,
She speaks to students, gives advice,
(One hand clasps the telephone...
