quiet quite

slip fingers slip
we sway
1, 2, 3

the evening's hush
1, 2, 3

stone colden without
under star's white frost

yet spring arises
peeks its head
slap slap
i laugh
you in bed

night
so quiet
we walked
we walked 1,2,3

deepish feelings of swamp
within;
inexorable
leave their bruises

spiting the sun
and bright light
of star