You won't need a sounding line to plumb my thoughts. I write about incidents, books, films & people who provoke intensity & lead me to rant, rave, celebrate or censure
Jan 14, 2011
Words, Wide Night
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. The room is turning slowly away from the moon. This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear. La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross to reach you. For I am in love with you and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.