Oh your sweet dear voice on the telephone.
Today you’re the gentle girl I so adore, 
not the woman on the line (who I much admire 
but sometimes  find - just a little scary).
It’s as though you’re sitting next to me right here
and stroking the hairs on my arm and we’re close
like this and the sun is shining - as it shone in Scotland
with all the colours of silence present in the wind,
soft music in the fragrant air, everywhere . .  . then
you and I - we hardly needed to speak  at all
we loved each other so. Scarcely could we
not touch one another or hold each other’s hand,
neither kiss at every gate nor come together –
in love’s long deep all-embracing caress.