Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
under the ancient trees, lie down again and again
among the flowers, face to face with the sky.
soft and sweet
so candyfloss would cut you
the silent abyss overflows with beauty
sex and women stuffed your brain
so whats new?