Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life
I feel each drop’s a kiss
Not given those who miss
The warmth of folks,
Familiar jokes…
I’m living again.
Loveliest, nowhere looking your age
Caressingly calling me a cunt – oh, my dear
The happiest of lovers, glad I’m not queer...
Darkness is tumbling from the flies
And fills the gloomy wings
Your backstage lover sits and sighs...
