It won’t do
to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon
and long for you.
It won’t do
to stir a deep desire
to fan a hidden fire
that can never burn true.
I know your name
I know your skin
I know the way
These things begin
But I don’t know
how I would live with myself
What I’d forgive of myself
If you don’t go
So goodbye
Sweet appetite
No single bite
Could satisfy
I know your name
I know your skin
I know the way
These things begin
But I don’t know
What I would give of myself
how I would live with myself
if you don’t go.
It won’t do
To dream of caramel
To think of cinnamon
And long for you.