Forty Days & Nights

[concertina opening] A lover’s breath frosts a road already bleached by last night’s fallen birch leaves. [concertina interlude] She brokered her hands and flickered them before me [concertina interlude] her cards made of oven-baked leaves. She is waiting for Doctor Doll [concertina interlude] wearing a black-snap bee veil & the Parisian helm. She eats [concertina interlude] warm-scarce jams & biscuits insects in her hair [concertina interlude] midnight blue jaws wet by a rain of bourbon neat. [concertina interlude] She is the great profile of steam washed out by the rain of bourbon neat. [concertina interlude] But she is sweeter, coming across her charred leaves to me [concertina interlude] washed by a rain of bourbon neat. Her hands washed by a rain of bourbon neat. [concertina interlude] The insects in her hair washed by a rain of bourbon neat [concertina interlude] and her little pout. [concertina to the end] [end of song]