hurry down to my tomb,
wake me as I dream of you
or let me sleep and be with you.
Either keeps me from my ache:
a yearn that burns and causes quakes
and shakes that change to short sharp shocks
from flash backs that rock and flock.
Like sheep that follow one another
I follow you you are my lover
there will never be another,
for less I simply can't be bothered.
