The sky is blue, or something. Anyway it's there.
Your words are hands, stroking me, stroking the sky,
Blue sky, names, people. It's marvellous. I'm king.
And your words are a line of ships. The guns fire.
Blue sky, names, people. I take the salute.
You are beautiful, sometimes. Now.
I feel for words for you. The ship rising, falling,
The horizon, a line rising, falling, behind your hair.
Words rise, spray. I like to think of you as giving
Structure. A gentleness. A constancy.
-- Tom Leonard
Thursday, January 12
Words, for E
Posted by rb at 1/12/2006