when I am good …

when i am good

and this lasts as it should

i shall no longer be able to rhyme.


but if this is the condition

of your kind of volition,

of your acts of kindness and love,


then finally i am happy to move

firmly on from being a poet

to being something other than this.


for what you showed me

that last bloomsday was a prediction

of fact:


art will last forever

but the artist

not so long.


and when he finally sees the

woman of his real means,

and his dreams then become


a virtual wondrous and real

of formula two, no longer

one, as you did what you clearly


had to do that month, and you did

so very right, and you did so very true,

i then realise that the might of your


astonishing grey cells


is precisely the place i now want to be,

more than any photography

or poetry i might nurse.


give me a task of beautiful complexity

to suss, and i shall follow you

always, forever, dearest c.


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