On the bus I've only the blank eyes of my reflection to study, and the heat of a bitewound on my lip to accompany it. Rattling back and fourth in my seat Your face Resonates In my thoughts, thru my eyes; You keep me safe.
Written following a bus joruney home after one of the first meeting's with my future wife. She entered my life at a very depressed and lonely stage where I needed someone to cherish and cherish me back. I was gorged in Ezra Pound's early works at the time.