The Sexuality Of Bereavement
My Dying Bride
In 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 grievingg 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