passion, dripping from the moon
sends sparks into the sky
your strong and smouldering touch on me
will make the fires ignite
the flames are lighting up the dark
they burn into the night
they write my pain with every burst
but their brilliance soon takes flight
i scream your name
it's not the same
my cries fall on deaf ears
the moth is drawing near the flame
and soon will disappear ...
another time, another place
when fires ignite once more
and until then
i'm safely in
locked behind my door.