Your skin was cinnamon
The trail of your dress at the summer's end
I never believed in much of anything
Till then till then
Bring the moon with you I heard you summon it
Treasures opened and we both plundered it
The heave and throw of your raven hair
And your breath it was everywhere
Stay a while stay a while
This thing is so fragile
Waiting for a train that I've long since missed
Waiting for a rain to come and drench
Dry and brittle fields where I work and pray
White knuckle clenched jaw dry mouth for the sting to go away
Could be what you read the chapter and the verse
A sad old pa**ing or a bright new birth
You know how various combinations work
That old wound that you thought no longer hurt
Stay a while stay a while
This thing feels so fragile