Beer Engine Poem

In twenty minutes

I'll have your fingers clasped in mine,

our arms will swing like children's

and our lips will glue themselves

together like old friends -

And I will breathe you in

wishing to hold my breath

for an eternal moment -

as I always do - for this

is your effect on me,

wishing I was at the place

where my sky touches your sea.

Deep,

deeply.

Beer Engine, Sheffield

5.00pm 20^th May 1996