Masks Are The Order Of The Day

Yes, I Was Infatuated With You: I Am Still. No One Has Ever Heightened Such A Keen Capacity Of Physical Sensation In Me. I Cut You Out Because I Couldn't Stand Being A Passing Fancy. Before I Give My Body, I Must Give My Thoughts, My Mind, My Dreams. And You Weren't Having Any Of Those.

The Silence Between Us Was So Profound I Thought Part Of It Must Be My Fault.

What Did My Fingers Do Before They Held Him? What Did My Heart Do, With Its Love?

I'm About Fifty Years Behind As Far As My Preferences Go And I Must Say That The Poets Who Excite Me Most Are The Americans. There Are Very Few Contemporary English Poets That I Admire.

Out Of The Ash I Rise With My Red Hair And I Eat Men Like Air.