Doubt fills me like a well I watch my own eyes darkening in the mirror My heart twisting between the hooks of yearning and fear I slip around the corner of your eye, the flutter of my pulse, the flutter of my hem, Little panicked lamb You knew what was in your reach I let you feel it for one moment And then I deftly shifted, sleight of hand, trick of light, I disappear Frightened to be caught Frightened to be held in your grasp Yet all I long for Is my capture