words, wide night

Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.

This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say
it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing
an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.

La la la la. See? I close my eyes and imagine
the dark hills I would have to cross
to reach you. For I am in love with you and this


is what it is like or what it is like in words.

Carol Ann Duffy