If I drank from the cup of desire
would I taste your sweat and skin?
If I stepped into your heart’s fire
what story would I begin?
Do we dream together at night
Or alone in our own beds?
Is that your arm pulling me tight
or the covers tangled in your stead?
If I opened my eyes would I see you
Or the ghost of something that was?
Would the past lie to you, too
or show you that deja vu cause?
Were we a story left untold
or a nightmare recurring?
Were we stopped in the middle of a hold?