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
Though your sweet voice frightens the cat
I cannot have enough of that
Stentorian snores disturbing air...
If I don’t find you in the rain
I’ll send the rain back up again
The moisture of your mouth is better...
