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
All that live are lamed in soul
So I’m no freak but one of many
Stumbling, half out of control...
I looked in, saw you washing your hair,
Kneeling, turning head side to side
To catch the shower jets...
