For A Woman With No Sixth Sense
That pricking you never felt under your thumbs,
was me papering over the crack in our lives
with old love letters, stuck with words
stolen from the tip of your tongue.... more »
you’ve written on the back
Of the crinkled print.
I turn it over. You as usual,
Look slightly surprised,... more »
Don’t Think Of Me
The chances are my dearest,
One of us will die before the other.
So I urge you,
If I do,... more »