We skipped across the moonlit lawn
Your porcelain hand in mine
I remember the day that we first met
Sends shivers down my spine
I watched you through the patchwork cloth
Your smile was my delight
I took the key beneath your mat
I stole you in the night
I bound your wrists with nylon rope
The kind that leaves a scar
I forced your hunched and crumpled form
Into my waiting car
We drove all night, we drove so far
We drove until the shore
I held your lovely supple neck
I made you whisper 'more'
I held you tight as youwould fight
I held you in the brine
I took you home so you could murmur
A delighted shallow whine
You sat in stoney silence dear
With a glassy vacant stare
I whispered in your china ear
We made our peace right there
I took your hands and feet apart
I washed you in the bath
I placed you on the mantelpiece
So you could always laugh
We skipped across the moonlit lawn
Your porcelain hand in mine
I left you on the garden bench
My sweet and cold divine
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