Wear your heart on your skin in this life.
The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.
You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.
I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.
Every day one has to earn the name of 'writer' over again, with much wrestling.
How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.