Westward, the sky set aflame as the last gasp of warmth was breathed by the dying day our cheeks reflected rosy against the sky and the horizon lay broken as a feast before our eyes but my antlers will become apparent as the jealousy will infect the meat adorning our bones our eyes will remain evasive I guess I'll only know your shape when my eyes are closed In the dark you couldn't see it but as my bones almost met your healthy body at the knee my rosy cheeks weren't just reflections and the hairs on my arms fought to stand up through my fleece that night the sky seemed closer than ever as the constellations cried hot streams of momentary light though I was warm inside our secrets as our breath cut hotly through the cold November night and I'll stay warm inside those secrets and my palms will perspire when I think about your eyes but my antlers will become apparent as the jealousy will infect the marrow deep inside our bones as our eyes will remain evasive I guess I'll only know your shape when my eyes are closed