A so cold evening, night
I felt the wind sip at my legs through my tights;
You were alright
Superficial, cold surface, icy eyes
But you acted silly, and I liked it
You put your arms around me, and I was silly then too
You will not hold your breath, my love
I should have, though,
When I noticed the nights not coolings as they should
It should have been too cold to walk home that evening...
It wasn't
and I liked it
I painted that;
so it was mine
Then you kissed me, so it was ours
Now it's cold and I return home lonely
I shouldn't:
But I do
Indian summer, and every outline was you