Giving Heed To A Season (Fleeting) Poem by Alison Rosalie

oh i've found my hands have numbed to you:
cold shoulder like a stinging wind,
your kisses that prickle my lips to blue.

hard to hold even when you're near and true
now your stubborn presence has but thinned;
oh i've found my hands have numbed to you.

your concern and the clock convince me, 'soon! '
and i believe it babe you've frozen me with
your kisses that prickle my lips to blue.

but every thought of you seems to include
sadness when only the surface is skimmed.
oh i've found my hands have numbed to you.

and i love the music, the mechanics you use
but the sex you've subtracted must be a sin,
your kisses that prickle my lips to blue.

so i've got you inside tied by a noose
my desire has died, paralyzed limb by limb
oh i've found my hands have numbed to you -
your kisses that prickle my lips to blue.