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And did she look across the distance with dismay
When banished to the heatless edge of space?
And would the jealous earth not let her turn away
Or hide that cry still frozen on her face?
Behold her now, cheeks cracked, mouth wide with pain
Trying to bury herself in the dark again.
Peter Jukes 1982
The words are from one of my very first poems, written when I was 16
Desire is the asp
Is the twisting
In my breast
She changes, Time and
Space, or else
Not here to change
Love was always reaching:
Chubby hands that grasped
An apron as it passes.
And when the fingers were strong
Brown lined, agile
Around your pillow templed head
Your eyes eluded me.
The appeal of appealing
Eyes, that vacuous
Kiss of fire, desire
Is not there or
Then, but in
Peter Jukes 1977
"Love can never die",
You said before you entered
And left me, empty
Averting your eyes
But I keep all your letters.
Sometimes their manner recalls your voice
Struggling to explain the gap between
What you could conceive and
This paper yellows and curls
Yet while the flickering hand feeds the fire
These words are only cinders
But I have made a place for them
Peter Jukes 1978