Carol Ann Duffy


Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head, 
so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,  
like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables  
like a charm, like a spell.
                                                  Falling in love 
is glamorous hell; the crouched, parched heart 
like a tiger ready to kill; a flame’s fierce licks under the skin.  
Into my life, larger than life, beautiful, you strolled in.
I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine, 
in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,  
staring back from anyone’s face, from the shape of a cloud,  
from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me

as I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are  
on the bed, like a gift, like a touchable dream.