Wait! Let me get drunk with you and give audience to your thundering anger.

Oh, oh, how I fear - fear and love! - the downpour of your feminine heart.

It’s a wrath, alright! A shattering, iron-wrenching, waterfalling, soul-succumbing, psychedelic wrath!

Oh, oh, I shall drink the time and get drunk and drink your words and get wet!

You are now the queen of my heart, once again, as every now and then!

So come, my dear. Come, my darling.

Let’s gay the night and leave the day for the mob to prey.

And when that hall of love has emptied itself, the storm has dried away,

Here, here on this fluffy tummy you may lay,

cupped by the wings of sleep,

till the morning moans and whispers to wake you up

to love me again.