Tender ice he holds in his eyes
Penetrates every glass window
The corner shop. Its awning stretched
stripes glisten in every atmospheric breath.
She strides indoors below the keep
The southern sun’s about to sleep
Slumbering shadows beneath her chin
Thicken as the night grows in

Innocent minds they play the dice
More readily when they don’t know the price
Love’s a word deserved by some
Like every gentle downward strum
She waits beneath the musky space
He watches in to see her face

The tingle of his brassy cloak
All the shattering hellos he spoke
she lifts her head and kills the shadows
the whipping pen faints and mellows
Her linen shoulders melt and taper
As his crackled hands reveal the paper
Cumbersome consonants drum her ears
His icey eyes melt
Hers dull and swelt

Innocent minds they play the dice
More readily when they don’t know the price
Love’s a word deserved by some
Like every gentle downward strum
She waits beneath the musky space
His hand glides over her powder face

His arms of freckled spice
The tender almond curls
His fireplace pupils
Will grace her never more