The separation of church and state


In separation of church and state

I’ll be the church

and when you come back with ‘wherein shall I worship?’

I say, ‘I’m only after your money’


Soft     easy     white-

Unlike heaven,

Life demands hard lines

Even when there is no such thing


The note you left me fits in my hand

They always do

But I want to step off your palm up your sleeve

and emerge out of your trouser-leg








Too much jam on my toast

When I see myself in you

I am in love

What is love but this?

And standing back I

see not my eyes in yours

but your eyes through mine

I try to see you now

but lines like bars

stand between

your mind and mine