dust on my fingertips

did you taste upon your lips

that beauty crashed a thousand ships?

the tongue wrapt careful never slips

hides the heart and helps eclipse

the urge to stare the world away

to keep the feeling far at bay

remind of him is as to say

that was only just foreplay

Did that linger on your tongue

the fleetingness of being young

the man you saw already hung

and so the song remains unsung