Saturday, 19 January 2013


And now to fall away
and dream of love:
the type of love that's first
and thirst, and foremost,
and never 

The type of love that
waits, the pain clothed in 
joy, clothed so long 
that it forgets
it was once pain.

Take me down
to the Delta
where the water's sleep
and the water's deep:

where love's a stair
and not 
a leap.

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