When our despair is dead,
A cortége of limos, corvettes and upright shoulders in suits
Will walk in front and at rear;
For it is the funeral of fear.
And protection is paramount
In the hitching of honest hearts.
When we love, despair disappears
And hope hops in to hug our soul,
As we fry fear in a pan of pain.
Whether it dies or remains there,
Our love shall strut in pride.
Between our bodies intimacy is born
As we know, know and know ourselves;
Even the sun stands to seal our glue.
The moon moves sinuously in sight;
Before that, the clouds begin to scud the sky.
Here we are, all smiles and bubbles,
So we watch hand in hand.
Oh the glint that glistens through our tears!
We know it is love and liveliness.
The gloaming glances on our soaked shirts,
And the sparks spread over the sky,
As a kissing blitz blows across our lips.
You catch me unawares with your kiss.
This romance rocks our necks and hands;
Jig-jag I jerk you up and close.
This love can be consummated
In the sight of stars that light the sky.
We will play for play and get deep in love
On this glade in the wood,
Near the light lichen that shrouds an apple tree.
The pickled, paunchy puddle on this glade
Is only a glob when we wade deep in love.
No word in my head
More than this,
I love you, I love you…
That is my song.