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.