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
There’s all the plays I never wrote
And all the parts I didn’t play
No screenplays either I must say...
Your pedal glories in the bed
Beside me every night
Your gorgeous feet – and strike me dead...
