A Giddy Thing

In a saxon room came close to you

And later hidden in the dark

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