Are we mutually abusive
Or do we work, exclusively
Towards our own failed assonance
Are you in my groove
Or do you move, reclusively
Onwards with your own persistence
The last night of vespers
The last night of compline
Take me to your pictures
Are we getting there
Or do we have to drift further
Towards the planetarium
Are you in my curved air
Or do you kiss the Berger
As you step out of the sanatorium
The last night of dining
With the monks and brothers
Takes me to their pastures
Are we any wiser now
Or do we still
Have mountains to climb
Are you in my sentimental plough
Or do you move, at will
Inwards with your thighs to grind
The last night of this single bed
The last night of lights out at nine
Take me to your strictures
