The candle's out of breath again. My silent twin in paraffin. Familiar trip across the hall becomes a course of obstacles. A step, a slip, an awkward twist. A fumbling man who might be missed. My pupils shrink. You fill the view. I find my body drawn to you, but I'm afraid to get too close because
You're shining, burning, blinding like the sun. You're one of the stars that captivates me, but I've stared at you too long.
Out of pocket, locked in light. A penny in a world of dimes. Flipped around, my front exposed. I never fashioned silver clothes. Can't you see my blushing face felt better in its hiding place? I need to see the shadows fade or turn my head the other way and never look again because
You're shining, burning, blinding like the sun. You're one of the stars that captivates me, but I've stared at you too long.