You cannot touch me, innocence aside,
For touch ignites a million visions’ flames.
And, laying by propriety and pride,
I tell you that my lips caress your name.
When I am resting quietly in bed
Or drifting through the motions of a day
I replay all the words that you have said
Imagine all the ones you’ve yet to say
For courting danger quickens up the blood
And you are risk personified in form
A flower does put forth its frailest bud
To feel the sting of hail from in the storm
So no more parting clasps, drawn chest to chest
Lest rare emotion bloom and be confessed.