Chasing Ghosts

You know my ears live,
When they absorb the spells
That flow from your vocal cords,
And reach the core of my cells.

You know my mind is unlocked,
Every time you speak out your key;
You can open it up, inhabit it,
Until you decide to flee.

You know my eyes are in a trance,
Captured entirely by yours
They almost dread to wander off,
Glued, as if held by force.

You know the skin on my fingers
Burns a little with every touch.
Not in pain, nor passion,
Yet I will not withdraw as such.

And even if forever desperate
You will choose to leave me;
In sweet honey I will swim
I will let you deceive me.

And when the time comes
For you to say your final goodbye,
Do not find me prepared.
Please, come to me with another lie.