Skinny Love

The way    
your  
fingers    
tap upon    
my    
flesh  
should be  
considered    
a crime  
and    
I oft    
dream  
of  
you and me  
kindling  
the    
embers  
of a    
flame  
as  
you  
bless me    
with    
soft spoken  
words    
whilst delivering  
me    
upon the  
axis    
of your  
seasonal    
shifts    
as we  
become  
one another’s  
compass    
for  
healing wounds  
unknown.