I can see you standing there.
I can feel your auburn hair.
Catch you in the morning light.
Wrap you up in arms so tight,
the water can't come in.
Turn around, it happens again.
Graying in the air.
Hard and violent stare.
Brilliant but yet bare.
Come through me and intertwine.
Feed your hands as though they're vine.
Through the bones and cartilage.