And all the torn envelopes of me came into your hands,
Nothing in them — just love that you could throw away –
You threw it straight back to me, I caught it, we were away.
You gave me a lot of praise with your eyes
For being alive
I thought you are desiring reciprocation, but you weren’t
You were just a girl, I was just a boy
I felt your difference: of mood, of shape and tone
I was no longer alone. You wrapped me up in you,
I went quietly berserk: with happiness.
Could you not see me burning with the heat of you?
Your smell flashed lights in my eyes,
Like the spelling of your name, little sweet, skewed spelling
Of your name, Your beautiful red hair
Was a jubilee for me. Today I can fall asleep happy..
I am twenty-three next week.