Act III

she doesn't ramble much, these days -
she is focused and articulate,
although whilst in her beloved's
tight embrace or in the
freedom of her lined notebooks,
her words and pictures bleed
throughout the warmth,
soaking into his soul
and dripping from the paper,
and she is a small child again,
released finally into the youth
she deserved but never had.

(27.6.99)

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