THE MAN BEHIND THE GLASS

You entice my restless desire

with words that taste like fire

They leave their mark upon my skin

but the sting is my sweetest sin

Through shattered glass I touch your face

condemned and alone in this empty place

I give you my body as a gift

in exchange for just one kiss

Though you deny me every time

I still long to call you mine

You are like water in my hands

falling slowly from my grasp

Or like the wind that whistles through

I yearn to take a hold of you

But you escape like an elusive thief

and where my heart was, there is grief.