My throbbing head
In my trembling hands.
Each quake
Sends my form to shivers,
For I know what my hands have done.
For she trembles
More than I
In the autumn winds
Against me.
Like two fiery leaves dancing in greater motions,
My eyes seem to burn with more heat
Than the wick, aflame
Above her heart,
One that lights the way through my darkness
To her, once more.
How I wish
I could kiss your smile,
To make us cry
For the while.
