28 OCTOBER 2000, Page 62

No Distances

There are no distances I will not cross to find you. No paths that will not blister beneath the steady feet of my desire. No journey that will not melt under the tireless shadow of my days. All night, constant to the road, I push my kisses into the neck of the dark, like stars, pressing through a billion miles of void.

For still the ancient constellations come: and all the dark cannot hold or prevent the bright weight of their silent longing.

James Pickles