He: … Back To You

Among the lacquered locks that freeze in air,

Among the dozen beasts of Zodiac’s sign,

Amid coquettish clouds my body cannot bear,

I see but one—and know that she is mine.

Your laughter is silver, yet sharp as a knife, 

It cuts through the silence, it pierces my spine. 

And though I may stumble, half‑losing my life, 

I still bow before you, confessing you're divine.

Yet flesh and blood compel me otherwise, 

More boldly I consent to open wide. 

And though I seek you not in parks or skies, 

In dance, believe me, I will keep my pride.

I listen in rapture to waltz and I grieve, 

Forgive me, dear, that I dance it no more. 

Yet willing to study, again I believe, 

For your eyes strike my blood with a passionate roar.

Wait for me—do not plunge into the tide, 

Do not demand the feast, for peace still reigns. 

Unmoved I will quiet the fire inside, 

Though burning myself at the touch that remains.

I live in the war, though no enemy shows, 

I am shaping the frame for the days yet to rise. 

Tomorrow with brilliance the future will glow, 

And there I will still your maidenly sighs.

Hey, and wait for me now—I will not turn aside, 

Your profile, your whole face I embrace. 

Your body that trembles, it longs to confide, 

Like a child who is yearning for night fairy tales.

I will not let you down, nor use you in vain, 

I already like you, though not yet adore. 

So I will touch your lips just to soften your pain, 

Let your tenderness gently be warmed evermore.