Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.... --Carol Ann Duffy @infrarural