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.
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