Feb 1 -
Always where you are
In what I do
Turning you hold your arms
My touch lies where you turn
Your look is in my eyes
Turning to clasp your arms
You hold my touch in you
Touching to clasp in you
The one shape of our look
I hold your face to me
Always where you are
My touch to love you looks into your eyes
-Harold Pinter, 1964.
