Flames

A certain hesitation

indescribably sweet

The nerves can swallow me whole,

They’re begging to eat.

 

And though I thought he was the magic

I see so often in the world,

The fear of being mistaken

Has taken its toll

 

A craving, a desire—

Can he set my soul on fire?

And if he does, but I burn

Will he quaintly observe?

 

I want him to belong to the world,

not to me

and what I want will come true,

Without a fail every time.

So I’ll find you between the stars at night—

Just think of me when you disappear at dawn.