I was speaking today, a someone who
said to me I said to her
That I loved her once.
Thought that I could love her again.
The dance of that slow cadence
The lips a faint touch of white
Erect and frosty
Not mine, would I have liked to be?
It was not, never would.
The linger of a half wish
A full desire
Leaps the heart, mind unchained.
Since my sleeve is weary of these lies
To adorn lines to speak
What I cannot
I will love her again