Fingers, Drains

Modey Lemon
My fingers drained its blood
So I have no strength to hold
I would grab you if I could
But the tips can’t grip
So don’t get to close
I know the sky would sigh
On us down underneath
So wicked and so weak
So lost in each other’s heat
I dreamed a dream so deep
I wept till I couldn’t weep
And we rolled in grass and sheets
Of snow and rain and fire
Of loneliness and desire
Till the seasons aged and retired
Till the fences barbed with wire
And we couldn’t climb no higher