she's crawled back through the thin film of my skull the fleshy thoughts made from home and once back when sun was smiles when history writ itself for miles and I could sing like divine treatises I'd held her hand, our fingertips like petal lips and now all black, and blue, and cold my shivered heart my hungry wolfish brain it starves for that from whence it came and I picture, my beauty, my oldest soul the moon burrowed beneath my skin the sun, bright, and silken, and harsh that had told me words I'd feared so oft I remember my last year's love and now the only way we touch through memory and old sentiments I'll wait as long as she'll let me until the pain consumes us both