the coolness of the arab nights
is not enough to drop my sights
or mute the hope of meeting her
more dangerously than before

there's next to nothing joining us
perhaps not even basic trust
just daydreams and a wondrous stare
perceived intimidating glare

i trip on each proximity
but never high enough to see
a way to speak my mind to her
or tame the tiger make it purr

one perhaps a couple saw
i'd sensed her soul and wanted more
although a glow is all they see
the fiercest fire's consuming me