His hand, frozen but his dagger an iron tail
Unmatched spaces for a burning sunset
No words but cough and sigh
All that is ever wished
To inhale air of a meaning
That illustrates anatomy without broken bones
All that is ever done this afternoon

Escape from a poorly lit zone, she wanted
But his leg, numb of distaste for the sky
Only this instance
There is no running nor walking
Only falling from a land to below
Entering the gates of hell

Because all he ever wished is this
All she ever wished is that
But all that is ever done was his