A sigh,
Your breath,
Your hand in mine.

No need to make,
This poem rhyme.

For,
My love,
All you can take.

My love,
My hand,
My endless lake,

Of love,
Of passion,
Of this young boy,

For this man's love,
Is not a toy.

Just go fishing,
Into the blue.

For my love,
Is all for you.

GRAHAM MURPHY