not an athlete (nov three)

A fear that if I think of you too much You'll disappear Dissolve into the sunglint shining off the Delaware Like on the day you were born Like always leave em wanting more A pattern of scarcity Following following Like a bitten tongue Like a dotted line A claw in the shoulder The burn of a sparkler You walk under ladders Without hesitation I listen to your songs in the airport N I'd take the punches but who's keeping score I mean to say I want you more I want you more than once And now I call you back on a d minus day I remember the tower hangin from your chain And I'm not an athlete but I play the game Best I can I call you back on another weekday Call your name up the tower hung round your necks chain And I'm not an athlete but I can play the game Im writing you lines as im boarding the plane Hardly know where have I been, wondering where I'm going Or what's the use knowing If the honey keeps upon the shelf until it crystallizes Or if we're to share a spoonful stirred into a steeped desire If you give me just a taste it's true that I may take a mile If you give me just a taste, can I take another mile? Or I can take my time, the long way round to your back door Every inch of arms length held already measured and adorned Surely again I'll adore another as I have before who left me aching for more (You) leave me aching for more Teeth on teeth or touch on arm or my Ear against your chest couldnt do no harm And your heartbeat sounds so steady n I admit I am surprised Easy as one turns to two, yr unfalterin blues meet mine Until I turn away Until I look away And I'm not an athlete And I am still learning the rules of the game No I'm not an athlete But a short wick burns out and the smoke spells your name