Fraid Pheonix

What do I want
fantastic question
I want you
terrible answer
I don't know
that is true

Run, run
far, far away
all the way down
to continue to dig
and hide
mourn and scream
in the safety of solitude
do cries for help
if fallen upon
empty ears
make a sound

If
or when
fractures spread
across a carefully built
visage
will they be dried
like mud from the river
marred by summer's scorn
or cobweb
clinging faintly
to the farthest rafter
the highest perch
still out of reach
and ignorable
until you see it spread

Do I love you
is not the question
is it true
is it honest
is it born of faith
or fear and compulsion
I fear I cannot know
with your burning imagine
in my eye
in my mind
in my heart
you burn my strength
and i would have you
consume me
in your loving flame
if only I could be reborn
as your lover
and have that be
true

I love you
can I be
reborn?
I love you
can you be
true?
I love you
can we be
afire?