Let’s have sex in darkness, dear
Let it be a quiet, private affair.
In a cave below the soft brown earth
Without anyone knowing we’re there.
Let us hold each other close,
Close enough till our poor worn souls touch
Let us feel peace and hear music dear
That we both want and need so much.
Let’s speak only if we have to love
And let the words be of the softest, dearest kind.
Let them escape from our wounds and flesh
And have nothing to do with our mind.
Let there be oneness and goodness dear
Let there be all we need to believe
I feel myself crumble to pieces dear
Consumed by the years I’ve grieved.
Poor, poor soul and still poorer heart
What have I got to greet the sun?
So let us if we make love, my dear
Be quiet, away… noticed by none.
