Join me again love in the old mistake,
That two share more than spittle in a kiss.
Don't think skin on skin will cure the ache,
The thirst you burn with and no kiss can
slake.
But don't draw back. Lean close and whisper
this:
Join me again love in the old mistake,
You by whose warm side I choose to
wake -
You too for all our insulating bliss
Don't think skin on skin will cure the ache.
But ache? Why all the fuss? Why not just fake
The permanence we aim at and we miss?
Join me again love in the old mistake
That time will keep on giving and not take,
The more we love not leave us less and less.
Don't think skin on skin will cure the ache,
Since ache it is, the compromise we make
Each time we say - again now, say it,
please -
"Join me again love in the old mistake.
Don't think. Skin on skin will cure
the ache."