There is madness in your dance
A subtle madness,
Much like a candle flame
Upon a wick, and you are the dance.
I find myself staring, you know,
So much that my eyes have burned
Into your image, I can’t release,
I shouldn’t live there, but I do
I can’t even describe the music
I just want to see you move
Touch you, become you
The fire started then, and maybe even before
Fires never die
They rest in the earth, waiting,
Waiting for the fuel,
A breath, red lips, a touch.
Desire burns, but for now
I lie on the earth, sleeping
Dreaming in half dreams, half nightmares
Teetering on the edge
A gust of wind would carry me
Your voice, breathing
I find comfort in my anguish
But I can’t find peace.