Paresthesia (Wary of Symbols)

Do you ever wonder, wonder who
 Silently came, quickly left, left a flower for you?
 He said "be wary of symbols" and I see them so clear
 But I have dreams -- one of them is you -- they eclipse all my fear
 Can you tell me why I dream of you?
 Hungry and male, and her, long-lashed and beautiful-sad
 Was the electricity only the sparks behind my eyes
 In the redness of parched, scorched earth
 Thirsty your eyes, or my blood
 But its your smile in those moments that lets in hope
 I subsist on this, I desist as you resist
 But how twisted my desires grow
 And when will I feel your eyes, your dark eyes
 On my flesh, on my breast
 Where I fear my displayed heart lies?
 ...and oh, the paresthesia when I pretend you want me
 When my subconcious taunts me with this impossible dream...