"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
When I love you, it is as if I am only my skeleton.
Each fleshy part of me is gone away that sheaths my bones,
And I am only a breakable mass of mineral.
I lay, clutched in hands that read each inch –
Stroked by them until like pumice,
They smooth out every pock marked piece.
When I awake, it is to a light beam of starry dust
Moving like glitter in thick liquid.
I look up to this daylight milky way,
As it moves and breathes in time with me.
It is in unanimous silence that we lie,
Drinking in these whitewashed walls –
And talk and talk till darkness falls…
When I love you, it is as if the world is put away elsewhere.
We lie in a bubble, like fairy liquid – cut away so slightly from all outside
In a thin hazy film in which we float.
We walk a lovers walk, the way they do
A long and aimless slope towards
A hope of endless night,
Ideally spent with you.