Fist Hold

I held your fists inside my mouth
Kept them warm and out of the sun
Your fingers are waves
Roaring and near
Casually breaking in old wooden doors
Like sweats and tears

I can't wait to grow gray and old
Complain that the youth never do what they're told
Remember my loves and think about god
Wait around to die and be remembered as cold

I kept your wrists, right by my side
For when it's too cold and I can't use mine
Oh my dear
I know a man who loves like a king
Smiles with teeth as light as his skin
Smile for me

I can't wait to grow grey and old
Complain that youth never do what they're told
Remember my loves and think about god
Wait to die and be remembered as cold