By the guppy Date: 11 January 2000
she was dark-eyed and sovereign in her beauty she was nobody's passtime i was lashed to the steering wheel of recovery she was intent on releasing at least one of my hands so she could hold it i was all about bandages and hiding she was all about sunglasses and brave words she held my hand i held her sacred always will love may know no bounds unless they are internal then love knows them intimately