Philophobia

 

You held the banner of dreams high

your nearness was my love

Africa was the sound of dawn

the time I visited you for kisses

from the train of red roses

tulips became eternal prayer flags

in every street I walked

the camera my body trembled for

oh if I had hit on you

I knew what I had to escape 

a map with hearts inscribed

a phone call irresistible

and the depth of our voices

in every waking moment

in all my dreams

I held it so close to my heart

that a small crack appeared

I was afraid to fall in love with you again.