Whenever Edith Erotic play near me

I will attend one of their lively concerts

They are well known punk industrial group

With a dedicated following

I like their lively music

But I am not obsessed with it

The reason that I favour this group

Is that I lived with Edith for two years

We were both born in Burnley only streets apart

And hated the filthy town with a vengeance

It was so full of the tragedies of the past

Nothing seemed to live or breathe freely

As with most northern kids

We soon gravitated towards London

And adopted the bands rather unusual name

Although this was far from planned

We decided to live together as it was much cheaper

Just as friends and nothing else but that did not last long

As we fucked each other until we bled such was our release

Edith’s real name was Susan Sharpe which she immediately changed

Whereas I kept my boring but comfortable name Stephen Robert Lane

When things went wrong we clung together like drowning children

Yet even then we were slowly drifting apart

I was soon accepted by a prestigious school

In these early days exhausted by her gigs

Edith often let me draw her as she slept

Little did I know that these innocent drawings

Would help me so much in my career

Edith had the palest skin that I had ever seen

It was almost translucent

This in turn contrasted greatly with her jet black hair which she soon bobbed

Frequently she would ask me to study her luxurious body hair

I was asked to supply endless sketches in charcoal for her to gaze upon

At first I though it to be narcissistic but it was much more than that

She liked me to reveal her hidden secrets

We both called these our staring into space days

I was beginning to get noticed

For my charcoal nudes and other works

My accent was very trendy

Working class northern chic

Edith was a talented musician and strikingly attractive

We had all the gifts or so we thought

And then we faded apart

When Edith met Robbie

Who later managed the group

Lovers soon became very close friends

Northern siblings joined at the waist

I went in the direction of my eye

As Edith continued her musical journey

Quite often after gigs we catch ourselves

Looking into each others eyes

No words are exchanged

We just enjoy the silences