Melt

I'm bending the cards of the four cups unfilled

A red cloud has settled over my skin

A cold carnal being, I breathe in your echoes

You're a man incarnate coloring and rolling

Each deep line of your palm runs and wraps around me

A coiling cover, I know what you need

I'm bound by your rhythm, I breathe in your echoes

We melt early winter with the notes we swallow

Lost in small circles

Felt pulses matched

The thin sheets melt

And unravel in your hands

You lift me like a seed; here I break free of form

With rain's ancient mark I'm the girl caught in the storm

It is not forever, but it is in-between

This is where we find the most of our meaning

We feel it in our veins, but it is in-between

The pleasure, the truth and what remains unseen

The mornings early heat burns and tattoos your back

The ink trickling down erases what we lack