I hope I don’t fall in love with you bewitched by your red moon beauty

Your seven thousand books you used as a bed , you spoke about Dylan Thomas & Caitlan

Did you see me in dogs in space , I was the one always looking sad and lonely

I couldn’t distinguish one punk from another, which one were you again,

It’s the poetry of carparks and Kings,it’s the villanelle of a boozy Welshman that turned me on

You were the match that lit my fire, daylight comes and goes , a sign of a impermanence dear red,

Looking into the days I see you everywhere, you are the poetry that seeks love behind the sun.