and this one follows on nicely......





it wont do
to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon
and long for you
it wont 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 coenobite could satisfy
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 would give of myself
if you don’t go

it wont do
to dream of caramel
to think of cinnamon
and long for you