Crusty fingers croak
Underneath a ceiling – 
Cold attic praises winter’s ice,
Rain jabs slam the window
From calm, translucent blue
Unheard cries, willing rage
No food to feast nor bait to chase
The coat was long, worn and tinted
Motionless legs reached through
Twist and curl, like bonds, they mesh
Tangled toes look to rest
Lovers croak, hush and melt
Until their chest was wholly felt