Love Poems

	The Dependence I'll put it in your language I can't remember pictures Sensations fly over me As fast as bright swallows You talk into nothingness Just your own, strange voice Making a duet with my song Because singing turns you I think you envy my warmth You don't realise, I mourn The dissonance of the sly Changeling day so I look To your face for assurance As if you control the fate Of each tick. I can't alone Figure the treachery of night. Unlike you, for me time forges No universe. Each empty night I wipe the slate clean, another Is a blank canvas to paint sense I swallow the air between us By fixing my eyes on yours How can safety disappear? The thick gauze of my memory Needs your love as you do But the chill is in my bones Not yours, the fear of a loss In the night curls me not you Hence I sigh pools till the breath Squeezing under the cat flap Tricks me and I meet an angel When the lights are turned low Still I own the soft friendship Of my masked and whiskered one She slinks into me, licks my nose When you've forgotten your eyes We have a language of conspiracy We'll tell each other secrets Which are ours alone, fables lost In the long history of your kind When you wake with the sun And play with my faith again Little has changed, no star burst It's faint trembling on my care No Persian wind set its charms To draw me through the night No pillar of love was rocked by The presence of many ghosts © David Incoll 2001
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