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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.
Sunday 17th June 2012 9:40 pm