Chronically untouched is too light and empty,
Overexposed is too strong, too heavy.
I've always been part of the latter party -
Never been invited to the former.
And she, she seems to know already.
I've never been known to be steady.
I trip over words, muddle my senses,
Instantly turn on all her defenses
Leaving my flame a latent desire
To spring forth in the wrong places,
Though I'm ever-coaxed to douse the fire
With nothing left but faint traces...