I don’t just want
Your heart
I want your flesh,
Your skin
And blood and bones,
Your voice, your thoughts
Your pulse
And most of all your


Nothing is more criminal
Than love,
It steals hours from
The day,
Dreams from my head,
The sun
From the sky,

Perhaps it shone today,

I don’t recall,
I distilled all your words
And made my own climate.

 Isobel Thrilling