What is here nobody human knows
We barely see the other as we talk
We can´t put into words what our eyes show

If we see the beauty,  how love grows
Looking longer, thinking less,   tongue taut
What is here, nobody human knows

God is visible to all who´ŕe very slow
As we wonder,wander, as we walk
We can´t put into words what we are shown

Snails and beetles,fishes as they flow
Living waters,  buttercups,skylarks
What is here,  we can´t entirely know

The beauty of our naked love  brings awe
Eyes gleam,polished sunshine in the dark
We can´t   contain in words, but can we show?

Grace and patience light a living spark
Jesus is new born ,true  love lies stark
What is here no human fully knows
We can´t  describe  with words but painters show

I wear three pairs of woollen socks in bed
I wear a nightdress made of  petrol oil
A  hat of cashmere and a stole  of red

I turned the central heating off  and noone said
Why are you so foolish and so wild?
I wear three pairs of woollen socks in bed

I am a wraith,  have slept with a few dead
I met a man ,I bore his ghostly child
A  hat of cashmere and a stole  of red

I gave birth  with no aids  before I wed
I walked alone down  many holy aisles
I wear three pairs of woollen socks in bed

 

Ten times miscarried.I am now ill bred
I  cannot flirt I have no female wiles
Just hats of cashmere and a  book I read

In the sacred rites of love embroiled
I keep the change and mail the counterfoil
I wear three pairs of woollen socks, they breed
A   bag of cashmere holds  the books I read

My electric blanketś frozen to my bed
The sheet looks like a block of Arctic ice
I shall sleep inside the fridge tonight instead

At least my fair complexion won´ t turn red
I see a frozen cat and twenty mice
My electric blanket´ś frozen to my bed

I wonder what a husband might have said
If  he  found me on a bed of rice
I shall sleep inside the fridge tonight instead

Now I ´ḿ old  perhaps I can be bad
I have been so gentle, paid the price.
The electric blanket´ś frozen to my  head

I  ought to buy new shoes and paint the shed
Then I can indulge  in Eros´ vice
I shall sleep inside the fridge I´ḿ so ill bred

Love and hate  decided by the dice
What we do is chosen by its price
My electric blanketś frozen to my bed
I shall weep inside the fridge  where I´ll go mad