The Sexuality Of Bereavement
I soothe I lend a gracious ear

Your sobbing, somehow sexual

Come to my bosom. The help I bring

Is all my pleasure you lonely, dear thing



Oh, cruel love, when held by you

My sanity does fly



You lie there mourning with looks of desire

?T is beauty when you cry



Drink my grieving love

Desire and wine go well

Sleep, I?ll watch over you

Relief ? Time will tell



Secrecy fosters passion

You stay untouched

I know you are alone

With peace I care much