New Love
No one is bugged by new love, as well as I know nobody
who is bugged by the colour green.
I would buy new love for ten quid, fifty quid, a thousand quid,
Maybe new love is the most priceless thing I’ve ever seen.
What is the shape of new love?
It is the shape of the black spectacles of the stranger in the train,
the addictive ‘yes’ (in new love, we never fancy saying no).
I used to be afraid of small spaces,
But my new love has made my world so big
they don’t scare me anymore.
Mind going ten times faster than the body,
New love is a runner - not walking at a slow pace,
Trace, trace, trace all the wonders of the world!
It is wonderfully interesting and surprising,
It feels like putting on new glasses,
changing our view and face.
London, 04/03.