• Give me no candlelight at dusk.
    No shining ray of light in darkness.

    Bring us no tales of dreams long gone, by now long left to fester.
    Give us no promises of trust, nor tales of indiscretions
    Give us no shaking, pleading declarations of lust
    Nor answers to all questions

    Give us the knowledge that you would be here, at end of it all

    And as my candle burns down low,
    Be here with me, breathe on my neck, and tell me all your troubles
    Be here with me, warm my body with yours,
    Unsymmetrical, unsure, unchaste, impure
    Hair ruffled, and eyes aglow,
    The question to my answers.