High in time,

Low in tide,

Where the leaves are green

In wintertime,

When all to do is

Watch the sunset.

And no one's

Blood spills,

And no one

Needs it to, because

They're fine,

They're perfect

Without it.

His tattoo disappears.

She removes the gauze.

He smiles,

Revealing nothing

Out of the ordinary.

And she looks back,

As innocent

As forever.

They've done nothing forbidden.

Because they

Deserve as much:

Somewhere,

Sometime,

There's a place for them.