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.