A hundred times I wish I could transform myself
And become an invisible spirit that hides inside your heart
And seeks to comprehend your scorn
Which seems to me so cruel.
I would become master of your emotion.
I would discover the pulse of your nerves
As they flow through your flesh and change
Your disdain. And then I would know you.
In spite of yourself, against your will
I would be a part of your desires and your terms.
And I would chase the coolness from your veins.
So perfectly, love could set fire to you,
Then, when I saw them burst into full flame,
I would step out and be a man again.
