She steps through mine fields, my love.

Thinking her innocence is her protection.

But she is wrong.

Wrong to believe that her heart is innocent

It's black as devil’s coal.

Songs and lilting provocation are her aids.

A pleasurable distraction from a previous pain

For her.

But stir up the deep dark depths of his soul

And a maelstrom is created.

Its centrifugal force will suck them in

Til only shoes remain upon the beach.

And laughter’s echoing.

And kisses never kissed,

Hands never held,

The truth untold.

And they whirl apart

Without ever touching.