you cannot resist the pull
the need to posses her
all of flesh and bone
but the corporeal lure
of a goddess of torture
fades silently to the tenor
of her cerebral enchantment

I feel less depressed when it blows and rains
seeing the sunshine makes me too wistful
- cyclists and walkers and campers go past
and I havn't walked any distance now for seven odd years
except of course in my imagination
and hope carries me as far as Heaven
a short distance I know, but you can travel that road forever.