Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

It started off
Being just one of your heads
The kind of thing
That had Henry moping

Over his lost sex
And he had such an appetite
Like the time
He swore you were

Just an unsavoury whore
Because you’d forgotten to wash
After the night before
And you said who’s to know

Just you and I and God
If he’s looking and being all knowing
But this time the head is for real
The time to lay on the bed kind of moment

And he hates that
You on the bed
And no fuck in involved
And you want just to lay there

Let the head unwind
Let the migraine go
Let the birds outside sing on
And Henry sitting in the other room

Listening to his Bach
And reading the newspaper
Slurping his beer
And you thinking on

The time on the beach
As a child with bucket and spade
And Mother entering the sea
With her skirt rolled up to the knees

And Father sitting watching
With handkerchief on his head
To keep out the sun
And smoking one of his cigars

And you making sandcastles
With tall towers and flags
And as you think on all that
Henry comes into the bedroom

Bach in the background
From the other room
Saying in soft undertones
Is the head any better yet?

And you can hear him
Unzipping his flies
His hands unsteady
And all you want

Is the cool wind
And the migraine gone
And as your childhood self
Builds sandcastles on the sand

Henry enters the bed
Snuggling up near
Whispering sexy words
Into your head and ear

His proud penis
Like an unwanted dog
Touching your rear.