Winter Tide
You fold up my heart, accordian style
You sink me an anvil or two
You tailor my blood to the scent of your skin
You call me and I answer you.
I'm spent by the sound of your footsteps
The trees flutter so nervously
The winter holds off 'till you kiss her and then
she puts summer to sleep gracefully.
I fall to the edge of the ocean
I wink to the starfish divine
You give me the gift of this chilled winter tide
I sink wishing you were still mine.
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