How nervous when those fingers met
and secrets which a 'came vignettes
How easy have since been sorrowful nights
mine be soaked jealous with helpless pride
How could you not have stopped me then
hands dipped in stray indifference
How tactful are those lingering marks
crimson 'nough to rekindle scars.
With providence we'd come prepared
my hands on your back, yours everywhere
And violence caved in doubtful deems
woe worth this lonely moment seems
In solitude we seldom stacked up means
campanionless frames of could have beens.
How we came on when everybody left
with drunken ferocity we'd eclipse
How nervous when those fingers met
secrets that would cease to exist.
