Shy away from a temple this morning,I should have known better than to stay,to always breathe in someone else,resting against temperatures made up by another's skin.So I'll take this cure,dream you up in order to cool these fevers down,the mark's already been made,counted on and memorized.All I need now is a sign,a shudder or reluctant sigh,a graceful aching finally pierced,then my summer's said and done.Winter's already...
