Nightingale

His kiss burns like ash
All at once, and then ending
I crave withdrawals
Because then I'm thinking clear
As all the diamonds
I couldn't bear to steal
His kiss is a spark
That will be my undoing
One day, sudden combustion

Until then I'm his
To have and hold like money
But I'm worth far more
I am the last nightingale
In the red forest
And I sing my secret songs
When he lays me down
I forget each of the notes
But remember my own name