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The passage of time in the dark room

June 2006
Digital collage
35.5cm (14") x 51cm (20")



In a dark room; the optician's intimate closeness
'Now look into my light.', and the soft sweetness of her breath;
As close to a woman as I have been - long time since.
Outside; the first chill of autumn,
And an afternoon sorting old photos -
But I have no photograph of you.

Once, in the dark room, we did not speak.
You; polite, impersonal, professional - cool.
As sharp, as astringent as the bromide
('Don't touch me.'; 'Please leave me alone.';
0000-00'Stop looking at me.'),
And I have no photograph of you.

A full Hunter's Moon slides into my dark room
Spreading cool light on the pillow beside me.
No lunatic beat in this still, monochrome time;
But steady heart whisperings from cotton soft with age;
And questing eyes longing to caress your sleeping face,
And I have no photograph of you.

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In the morning, when I awake, I will not touch you;
I will not whisper kisses at your dream blest face.
In the morning, when I awake, I will leave you alone;
In the soft sweetness of your breathing I will not lie rapt.
In the morning, when I awake, I will not look at you;
0000-00For I have no photographs of you.

(Words - Autumn 2005 / Spring 2007)

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