"i want you and you are not here.i pause in this garden, breathing the color of thought before language into still air.even your name is a pale ghost and, though i exhale it again and again, it will not stay with me.tonight i make you up, imagine you, your movements cleaner than the words i have you say, you said before.


wherever you are now, inside my head you fox me with a look, standing here whilst cool late night dissolves into the earth.i have got your mouth wrong, but still it smiles.i hold you closer, miles away, inventing love, until the calls of night-jars interrupt and turn what was to come, was certain, into memory.the stars are filming us for no one."