A Giddy Thing
In a saxon room came close to you
in a shelter like a pleached bower
I talked to you, you talked to me.
You spoke about a joint decision
oh how I loved the way that word fell
from your lips.
And later still we lay below the trees
me deep in you, steeped in you.
When the man asked who knows that
wishes can come true
I put my hand in the air
because of you.
Will you think me just a passing phase
that would really blow my mind
will you think me just a lonely man
that’s true for them.