Frank Bana

She bought me a fresh notebook
To write my deepest thoughts
Deliver up my soul
Daily to her

A hard serrated border
Thick along the spine
Designed to pay tribute in words

An opening address
A nod a wink
Initialled in my best
Invisible ink

I turn a new leaf over
Another page, far from
A new beginning
Or a new address

A naked page where I confess
My deepest wish
To sleep with you

On sheets of winter snow

One day I'll write
A sonnet for your eyes
Smiling like the cold sunlight
And close the notebook shut

Liberating me
From sharp parallel lines
And you will feed
Your hungered soul

On pages of my life