Till then

  Christmas blows in,I think of you sprawled in the bootof Italy. Here the foghides the light & at the harbour edgethe sea folds on forever it's  weaving at your feetcan you feel us? You remember every detail:the colour of my eyes, the flower in my heartyou plucked that icy evening. I remember the tearing,the excess of you. Love affairs do fade& man-made Christmas clones on throughthe dark; but still we lean& bend like trees rootedto the end in this bedwe seeded.