Of course, one of the hundred and one things I shouldn’t say to a man or anyone is I wrote a poem about you, but it’s said now, so here goes. From 1994 (c) Becky Deans
It should have been romantic
On the dark rocks, in the full moonlight
Seeing shooting stars and wishing eternity.
The rocks shimmered like salt
Frosty, and the chill enveloped us both
I hope the picture you took of me
Like a dead child