Ally

“The bed we loved in was a spinning world
of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seas
where we would dive for pearls. My lover’s words
were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses
on these lips; my body now a softer rhyme
to his, now echo, assonance; his touch
a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.
Some nights, I dreamed he’d written me, the bed
a page beneath his writer’s hands. Romance
and drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.
In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,
dribbling their prose. My living laughing love -
I hold him in the casket of my widow’s head
as he held me upon that next best bed.

- Anne Hathaway”
― Carol Ann Duffy, The World's Wife

“All of us wild and fighting for our lives. In the fragrant wilderness of this blue night, my heart sings along with the other nocturnal beasts.”
― Steven Bruce, Caffeine

“Strength comes, not in the grip, but the opening of the hand.”
― Steven Bruce, White Knuckle

“I like to use simple words, but in a complicated way.”
― Carol Ann Duffy