Stood by the subway, I see in your eyes
A flickering flame of desire;
A burning passion needing a kindling “yes”
Yet I let it turn to cinders
To feel the cold I deserved.

Now?
Bathe me in flames!
Char my flesh with kisses
And burn away my idiocy.

But another has re-lit the fire.
Tended it. Stoked it.
Kept it burning through dark nights.
While I look through cold-mist eyes
And cradle my burnt fingers.