Sudden light falls shining

through tentative air;

I've got Plath married to Larkin -

where did that come from?

Let the Queen

take us from reality,

dreaming of coupling

and cosy nests.

Death and the maiden: sure as taxes

and angry mothers-in-law;

secret sadness

masked by convention.

Your heart-beat

beats with mine;

I've got a title

for all those paintings: 9-11.

Love me when you're drunk and naked;

Don't look at me there, though.

Emotive words, feelings

stirred, memories evoked.