Leela puts the flowers in her organised hairnCelia keeps her money in the seanThe mist is on the rivernThe drinks are on the barnPleasure's not a dirty word to me.nI say: 'chat me no more yoga. Show me no more signsnRead me no more catalogues of all my crimesnThe thort is flowing and the beast feels fine:nGod's gardenias rain on me...'nnSarah throws potatoes at the lean yellow moonnGetting even for that summer night:nThe sun was on the citynThe crab was in the skyn(Sarah had a thing about the lights)nShe said: 'quote me no more HoracenSwat me no more fliesnDon't rely on what we try to symbolisenThe walls like tissue -nIt's a mean designnGod's gardenias rain on me...'nnRosy sees the dawn in through her calm lion's eyes -nCuts a dashing figure in the gloom.nThe Tigris and EuphratesnThe Jordan and the NilenGush out from the corners of her room.nSo I say: 'blow me no more kisses,nScrape me no more bonesnTalk to me of ecstasies of flesh and stonenLet's ask for absolution one more time:nGod's gardenias rain on me...'nnThe Black Narcissus smiles for me and mine...nGod's gardenias rain on me...