Summat or Nowt

Speak to me softly, like April rain.

Remind me that winter goes again.

Ruffle my hair, I’m your favourite dog.

Pat me and stroke me, I’m craving your love.

 

Speak to me sternly, like March’s storms.

But please say it golden, as August’s corn.

Then we’ll tangle our limbs, I will stroke your hair.

And I’ll thrust till forever, my essence is there.