Birds of a feather

That secret smell of yours
I wouldn't wash until eternity
to have it linger sweetly coarse
so that it'ld be a part of me

What you gain on the roundabouts
you also will gain on the swings
so for a moment in sweet time
we were like ageing queen and king

         with our
         hearts expanding wildly
         but not about to break
         standing high on a hill
         acting out our will
         we are
         birds of a feather
         being blown away
         when we get together
         we are just
         blown away

I was back at the crossroads
pantomiming with you
some return to forever that
and some sweet revenge for truth

In a crazy insect world
I crawled way back to you
if cowgirls like what cowboys do
you'll be a creepy-crawler too

         refr.


Summer 1979. Eskdalemuir (Angie)