To hold it close
That vorfreude,
To feel cozy
As if you had asylum.
Well, I don't much feel like explaining why
I can't deal with you at this time baby
But you're going to invite me anyway
Because you were waiting,
Observing and controlling
Watching my lips move, carefully,
With some wisdom,
Or perhaps cliche,
Hinting that I might just imagine some way for our bodies to connect...

To find you is to capture lighting
in a jar,
So I'll hold my crucible close by
Lest our paths become parallel
once more.