It won't do

to dream of caramel,

to think of cinnamon

and long for you.



It won't 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 single bite

could satisfy...



I know your name,

I know your skin,

I know the way

these things begin;



But I don't know

what I would give of myself,

how I would live with myself

if you don't go.



It won't do

to dream of caramel,

to think of cinnamon

and long

for you.