Love

Someone’s kicked you in the stomach;
Left you winded on the pitch.
You lie there gasping caught
Between one world and the next
While in and out the stars spin overhead,
Faded recollections of velvet and cameo buttons against silk.
It doesn’t matter which way you turn:
You always turn right,
And there’s a scratched CD playing one thing in your head.
Words desert you and the sun’s gone cold,
No more summers for you, you know,
Only this: and eternal flux Between waits to see him smile