I have prayed – it is not my survival
Alone I pray for that would make no sense –
I am joined – a pair that knows no rival
Is my sole unity – and my defence
Its power, we believe, is finally God’s
Redeemed in love we overcome all odds.
All the pounding banks and pockets take
Slowly ceases to sound
We chuck the last uneaten Christmas cake...
Loveliest, nowhere looking your age
Caressingly calling me a cunt – oh, my dear
The happiest of lovers, glad I’m not queer...