Take me now, then, to task
for sin of retreat, being timid...
(love has always had a price,
in this blur of unfortunate life...)
No rainchecks. And no guarantee.
Quantity ever limited.
Yet, it's new.
Echoes of my heart
See me reach.
See me retreat.
Leaning toward what I yet yearn--
cannot forget that fire burns...
Yet every other thought is YOU...
I feel so silly writing this--
I lick my lips and dream of kiss.
Serenity has got the blues...
Serenity would rather you.