Love aches in terror of its own depth

[Never Mind The Pollocks]

I wish I understood this

[Adrian]

The eloquence of your heart

coupled with your imagery

weave an embroidery

of rich colours and

of sumptuous design.

I see a candle

Seated on your cheeks

It’s dripping wax

Glistening in its light

As stillness descends

I want nothing more

Than to light your candle

And keep it trimmed