One night she told me not to worry,
She said that swift winds,
They would work to smother time,
That a second thought was pointless.
Yesterday as we lay entwined,
She sought my lips and I almost shuddered,
Drawn back by instinct,
The sickness that I have contracted,
It must have come from
All those loveless years before,
But when she said those words again,
I sank to the bottom,
Pulled by the anchor and left to be smothered,
In her intoxicating waters.