Drifting, drifting, reading the road

Drawing lacing lines

You spoke of betrayal to me

It would soon be mine.

Tracing, tracing features fair

Born in light and time

All my breath was pulled into

Your skin and words so kind.

All the birds under your chest

Flew away, as if the season turned

Torn, terrified.

Evening swarmed into the town

So we forced the darkness down

Throwing hands and nets and gowns.