Cold Fingers

She's got cold fingers
And all she wishes
Is that someone would
Take her cold fingers
And breathe warmth
And life over them
So she could feel something
Other than the chill
The chill that consumes her
And makes her shiver
And shake like leaves
Blowing in an icy wind
And falling from a dying tree
To lie on the cement ground
Where it will wish there was dirt
Instead of cold pavement
Just like she does.