where are you my love
so longed for and so welcome
where are you my joy
my consort and my lover
where are you my closest friend
my intimate confessor
and sweet keeper of my heart
where are you hiding

and the truth about
behavioural management
though never implied
is that the behaviourist
is equally affected
bad for bad and good for good
for we are all plastercene
everything leaves its mark
and we are all flexible
and easily remolded
for bad or for good

look in the mirror
and see something wonderful
somebody to love

misleading yourself
editing reality
is a slow poison
try to see things as they are
the biggest loss you should fear
is losing yourself

beautiful woman
you have broken my heart
and sold him your love

an ice cold raw day
crystal clear and starkly lit
and i had to be

swimming slowly
starfish below, stars above
underneath the moon
gliding through still warm waters
my wake spining reflections
across the deep velvet night
as i cross the black lagoon
searching for the shore