The Fear Of A Lover

There is raw fear in your eyes, beloved,

I will not leave you, I promise,

Believe me when I tell you,

My hands are cold iron without your kisses,

Yes, I know the coldness you dread,

You lit me up in argent flames

And I do not know what it means

To be extinguished

I closed my eyes and imagined

Laughter without you

And my voice scared me;

I am still afraid,

The honey we suckled off old nights

Has us stuck in amber dreams

But I am yours!

The world keeps trying to remind us

Of mornings and their withering,

But we will drown

until the world

stops trying.