White lips, black eyes, blue toes, bruised thighs, just long nights, and short days, winter ground is hard even when it’s rains. Gloves and hats, shorts and caps, gentle whispers and kisses on hands. Things I miss, a lovers kiss, a subtle pang in my navy ribs. Palms down, chins up, lips curled and connections cut. Counting backwards through your year and missing the rut, you considered yourself unstuck. A letter sent, a message understood, she’s got good vibrations whilst he worries if he should. Hold her hand, kiss her neck, buy her presents or tell her he’s sick. Something good, something bad, something new, something old, and something she never got told. As a child, as a lover, as a sister, as a mother. All these thoughts all compress and combust in her head. Let me open you up and make you bend. Make you break. Let me open you up and make things right.  I can’t wind back time but I can help you love me tonight.