Tampering with heartstrings, as you well know
Makes tender moments all the more tamper resistant
To future love and longing stares like these
After this fast and un-lasting love-life
Takes the turn that it was always meant for
The turn to breaking
The Churning Edge
Upon my wrist
Ah, but of course!
The sun breaks again 'ore the fingers and clouds
Your breath used to make
On my cold glasses
And with your face that close to mine
The rich whirl of that summer smell of you
On this cold cold morning
Had my eyes closing once again
And how your shirt could wipe it all away,
The clouds and trembling fingers,
If you were but the antithesis of gone
