From Nina's hands my face turned to waves and when she kissed me, I was seven and ancient. Stuart Barr spat at her And I did nothing except wipe his hate from her lips which loved me. In the summer of 82 she made me a daisy chain. We married by the swamp and I carved our names on conifer. In the winter of 82 Nina wore a headscarf, Stuart Barr spat at her then he cried and went home. In the summer of 83 I returned to the swamp a widow, kneeled by our altar of conifer kissing the daisy chain she made me laying mine next to it by her favourite sweets.