Hurtling through heavy snow. Our hands are cold and the moon sets low. Little sister let your sharp teeth show. Pass winter fields. Stop the car by the old wire post.
I took my lanes to the sea. we had just pressed the shells into our bones. and we saw the queen in the sky. gently revealing the treasures of her crowns.
We walked arm in arm. But I didn't feel his touch. The desire I'd first tried to hide,. That tingling inside was gone. And when he asked me:. 'do you still love me?'.