At will, light and smother the flame
Of which the heat burns my skin,
And the absence plunges me darkness.
Fasten and slow my heart — your instrument,
At once play a tender riff or a frantic melody.
Be careful! dangle it over the edge, tease me,
But never let it fall, mind the rules:
Torment for pleasure, but to no excess.
Toy with the beacon that gives me sight,
Lengthen the day and awake the night.
Gently, say my name like no other can,
Swiftly, push me to blush, stutter, blench.
Let my soul dive in your oceanlike eyes,
And drown in the inky depths of your pupils.
Employ yourself, with truths, lies, and ironies,
To numb a mind to you wholly dedicated.