Hand me the kindling The fire is dwindling You laughed the candle out Drunk in the dark Is all well there's our spark And a while 'til the Rhine wine runs out But do you know what I'm thinking of? A drink less den and a lightless love Who long ago enquired Whether or not the fire He felt was returned And I'm ashamed to say I left the next day That boy with his fingers burned Now at this table I seek to make stable So glass and candle stay I find myself asking As those in my past did Whether or not you will stray This fear I have You can't comprehend 'Til you've spurned your own share of men Who've declared their desire Their hearts all on fire All to no avail 'Til you've flitted and fled From barroom to bed and to yourself said "Onwards to the spark that cannot fail" I fear the table's turn I know I will be burned