Look At Me Again

My eyes have been trying to tell you--- Look at me again With your bold scrutinizing eyes That searched underneath my skin Pulling all that I was: Moon causing tides, Leaflets kissing the sand, By your peculiar countenance. Touch me once more By your hands like tinder Burning into flame, And I'll be preoccupied, Whether to refuse of surrender, A lean on my back, A graze on my shoulder. Speak another word, For your voice was divine, On Sunday mornings when my name was your psalm, and there's no other voice, And I, your favorite pastime, King's favorite fool. Sing me the song you used to sing, That all to me would rejuvenate, And I'll stop commiserating... But if you already have forgotten me, If you've been tired being nice, Do not give me anything I ask, I'm a star which lost its light.