HEIGHT (wrote at Hay Festival, Wales 10/06/2012)
I ask why do I love you Ruth?
We've never met nor made love while gazing into each other's eyes.
Mirror to your soul.
What would it feel like to hold you close and have your hair obscure my vision,
as I breath in the scent of you?
Triggering something so deep inside me that I forgot it ever existed.
It's broken and neglected,
taken over by a dark loneliness and a blood sodden inner despair starved of love.
Slicing through my soul.
You Ruth, heal all that and replace it with everything, yourself.
I no longer am alone or feel death is a release.
Now I have more than mere words and art tattoos to live for.
I will never ever see the wrong gal again, like in 2005.
I see our magic spider’s web connecting us together.
Our hearts are a mirror.
Now I have no more sorrowful tears of blood.
My heart is a cloud and you a summer wind,
blowing all badness away.
In return there is placidity and eternal infinite joy.
Now you found me Ruth,
please don't ever forsake me.
Forlorn no more. Xxxx
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