winter stroll

[Instrumental] walking winter streets wind blows up the collar woolen caress against the cheek that cold touch of wind warms remember the moment awake. He watched her mouth move, and understood the words a fraction before the vibrations were heard by his ear. From the form of shadows and flame, masks project against her face. The osculation between the visions of devil, angel and woman he longed to touch that temple, the temple of words, the temple of her body. an attempt at prayer was the kiss offered. In that moment, letting go, the landscape evaporated revealed a love for the winter country side. They spoke with frozen words between sips of wine. He passed the bottle from his bare to her woolen hands. he felt a slight slip. “careful, hold tight… that is all the courage we have.” she laughed