Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad?
In one of the tenses I am singing an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La la la la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross to reach you,
For I am in love with you and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
CAROL ANN DUFFY 1955-