Her hair all red

Her hair all red,
her face all gold
- the light all green,
discoloring. She kept
herself, and
word as well.
As anyone could
in such moments
as one can't tell.

She said, "If you wish
you'd never started, you know
we could stop. We could always
stop?"

We could always stop.

But we never could. We
were up to and all through
and well, long since
past

no good.