It wasn't yet summer.
I swam toward your eyes,
Wrinkled veins of the sky
And permeated your spine.

It wasn't yet autumn.
Leaves clung to trees,
I clung to you.
The wind began to rattle.

It wasn't yet winter.
Snow buried our feet,
Stuck on a side street
Beside naked trees.

Ice melted
Along with my mind.
Words turned to knifes,
Snow marooned.