Let the Fire Die

Dark, hungry eyes
Waiting for an answer
Stung like bees
by the sight of me
Lonely as a wraith

Playing avoidance
Such a game
Unfortunate one
Can't you see?
There's nothing here to gain

You saw me once
As Bathsheba
Stepping from your shower
But never twice
I crossed my thighs
And now your tongue grows sour

Ask me for the hour
But do not ask me for my hand
Are you a man?
Or are you a salivating mongrel
Digging for a bone?
I'd much rather be alone
Than to rekindle that pathetic flame

Even on my most manic of days

So, heave ho!
Toward new horizons
I salute you on your way