Your frozen hands, purple and gray, sew lullabies of wild horse"s mane.
Your frozen hands comb my morning head of knots and briars and demons from my bed.
White bone buries and breaks while blood flows in waves, like waves.
And you"re in mine always.
Your frozen hands comb my morning head of knots and briars and demons from my bed.
White bone buries and breaks while blood flows in waves, like waves.
And you"re in mine always.