It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
I’m in the pub thinking of you
Never been to Rochester
Without you, I feel I’d prefer...
I’ve never thought of you as less than young
Though things concern you – imagined lines, maybe
White veins among your hair’s dark ore...
