Page 2, I should have a little thing up here
that tells what hymns I'm going to handle, shouldn't I?
Rhyme of our time is a pun and I won't go into that right now
either, but this poem is about my wife
because if you were watching channel 4,
you found out that I was married last December.
And this poem was written shortly after that.
Here is Angela's hair on the side of my face.
Love is clean and soft as it is immediate to me.
Two heads on a pillow, faces together,
eyes closed or open in the dark.
Time is on our side, now no trick to scrutinize,
but behind us days accumulating sounds
we make in our sleep, our dreams of one another's scene.