Song: Summer - Winter

And it was Wednesday when you were out
Look for me and found Thursday
For one mind -
The flour closely, long, gently,
Furtively down the neck, barely breathing behind the ear,
Kissing the collarbone, shoulders, vertebrae, a sky map of moles,
Gently squeezing the wrist, weaving ringed fingers
Touching eyelashes tickled to meet flushed cheeks,
Where it is so quiet, Sunny and languidly on the shore of the river..