Freckles

The six strings and wood she holds
Against her belly an instrument hangs
knowing the truth of the temperature-cold
The opposite of my heart when you sang
to me-My blood streamed all day
flowing east then west
wishing my freckles away
Pointless because the melody says rest
around and play with the fire
How dare, in which, I say she lies
I know not when her thoughts expire
Or what treaty is lived by
Not yet, are you stronger
than the chords who sang that song.
to her.
to me.