Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between us, I am thinking of you. The room is turning slowly away from the moon. This is pleasurable.Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad?In one of the tenses I singing an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear. La lala la.See?I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross to reach you.For I am in love with you and this is what it is like or what it is like in words. Carol Ann Duffy