Words, Wide Night

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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

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