How can I say I
love you?
How can I say I love you?
Seen from too close the print's a blur.
Only if I hold the page away and screw
my eyes do I register what's there.
Then to summon every curve, every bone,
each mole familiar as myself, the smell
of your skin like a favourite coat, the tune
of your sleeping breath, habits as well
known as my own. After half a life-time
shared it's not as it once was when the touch
of a hand sent pulses racing or the ringing
of the phone fluttered the heart, and I'm
not the girl I was. We are such
as we are. Still singing.