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In the bookshop, the museum and cathedral
She is looking for you
And does not know it.

In the dress she has just bought
The new hairstyle she is unsure of
In the something different she might cook tonight
She is getting ready for you
And does not know it.
In her thoughts and actions
Which have led her here
To this city today
To the doorway now where she waits
For the rain to stop
She is waiting for you
And does not know it.

In her turning to go
Her change of mind and footsteps towards you,
In the carrier bag spilled at your feet
And her voice saying thank you
As you hand her life back to her,
In her walking away
She is looking for you
And does not know it.
PG
You were in none of those places
I looked
Did somebody move the world
Or heaven at least?
And before you say anything
I do know it exists
Because I used to go there sometimes
With you.
On good days
You make my earth quake
You're the nice *** in disaster
But I can stand some hurry
With my cane
A little rain with my bow
I hope you get the picture
On bad days
Don't go PG on me
You are the mate
In my soul.
This beautiful rugged
Timeless land, still exists
Between the slow ticking seconds.
Clouds sweep the valley floor
As they have done for centuries
And week old lambs
Cease their chasings
As the shadows loom
For in that instant
They see their destiny.

A ewe has a twisted leg,
A dislodged roof slate
A breached wall, and a *****
Lent last year to a neighbor
All need attention
So this morning we will do what we can
And later we will know ours.
When you kiss these lips
That have not smiled today
Without my need to say,
When I fall asleep in your warmth
And wake
Bathed in your beauty
Gentle laughter and conversation,
When you touch this body
With your whole
You touch my soul.
I am the scurvy knave
You are the angel who can't behave
I swear you'd turn a church picnic into a rave
With you I'm either languishing in a dark cave
Or riding high on the crest of a wave
Still I believe you are the one to save
Me from an early grave
But I know it will be a very close shave.
Throw caution to the wind
Cast off all misgivings
Set a course for the unknown,
Abandon fear, quieten worry
Dispel uncertainty, dive on in
Give yourself up, trust me, hurry
Dare me, hold me, hold me
Responsible for all your longings
With a kiss.
Look not at skin
Frowning pale, wearing thin
Or at eyes staring through red rims.
Be kind to hair receding
And a stomach breathed in
For I am more than flesh and bones.
Blow out the candle
Make believe that I am he
Come with perfect love
For your new body.

— The End —