Lairum

She trips the light fantastic Down the road that leads to Tring, Her music pounding in her ears And trying not to sing. It’s the start of summer and There’s lush leaves overhead, The first time in a long time that Her heart’s not filled with dread. And then he meets her, takes her to A place just on the border, To where the fields are cut back close To tame nature’s disorder. And somehow when he bites her neck It’s not the pain she’s feeling, But something new on this grass-bed That feels almost like healing. And with this man who as they walk Will put his arm around her, For once she knows just where s