Walking weary night That stalks in dank gullies And dry sand And waits. Night that strays into wounded morning Whispers black into the dawn. Whispers...
When the lips touch, Flesh on flesh, Enfolding arms and a shared heartbeat. Sweet whispers in the night and the warmth of her hand. "Stay with me." Her gentle breath wanders over my cheek. A flood of emotion overwhelms me And I reach out and hold her. To feel the smoothness of my skin And her soft hair brushing my shoulder. Then she sinks and dissolves into darkness. I reach out once more, Trying to grasp the light behind the dream.
God sleeps in Paddington Station On a damp and smelly mattress Outside the toilets Now barred for want of 20 pence. He keeps warm By wrapping himself