I love you in a way that you loved me.
I think I will love someone who is me.
Your love for me is filtered through me.
You are in me, every day through me.
You are floating low and high in me.
And you are circulating all through me.
more than blood flow-flowing in me.
Because you are my wife, close to me.
Your closeness is more than life to me.
I love you, my wife. You are all in me.

FULL CIRCLE



Grey smoke from chimneys
staining the brick work
of back to back houses
where washing hangs limply
on string over alleys.

Grubby faced children
skipping on cobbles
sitting on doorsteps
waiting for fathers
in pits down below.

Fathers emerging
black faced and weary
straight to the bath tub
as coals in the boilers
send grey smoke from chimneys.