When you gave a kiss by the lamp post 
  A kiss drawn like tea on a winter night,
I was blown by the bang
   of your touch and lips
I never knew a thing about love and loving
   Nor your arms and lips
 
A loud light in my broken darkness,
    A song against the yawning waste land 
Look at the moon rays
   They seem to be making lines of you
On grey coats of the waiting wind and space.