my flame burns blue (blood count)

as the last light glimmers

and the evening hours dim

maybe i'm too proud to utter it out loud

even though my flame burns blue

as the night's descending

once again i find i'll tarry and pretend

my confidential friend

will suddenly appear in view

all my might

between velvet and dynamite

blow out the doors

let in the light

falling dust in the beam

and a small stifled scream

alibis and decoys

were his eyes so turquoise?

covered with a lash

they flatter and they flash

even though my flame burns blue

if i seem a stranger

i feel far from danger

we tamper and we toy

with passion over joy

even though my flame burns blue

even though the fire that once was desire

doesn't look for trouble or dare to flare

look now

and i won't be there