I believe
in the power of incantation
and my poem
is as neural as
love,
the rut of rhythm
that veers
the mind.
Hunger for sound
is for me as sharp
as desire,
as if one could honour
every inch of flesh
in words
and so
suspend time.
A word
is a home in desire.
No station
of the heart
is more full of solitude
than desire
which keeps the world
poised,
poisoned with beauty,
whose only permanence
is loss.
WORDS IN MUSIC