We danced and walked the river, hand in hand
She let me taste her mouth, her tongue, her lips
We left each other just as if we’d planned
A future far apart and void of trips
And when the future came, I felt her fear
that this was just a repeat of the past
and threatened things she wanted to hold dear.
My feelings came awake again, and fast.
My memories of touching her were sweet
I still recall her art, and how she drew.
She didn’t seem at home in Texas heat.
I wondered why she loved me, if she knew
I felt the same, but felt beneath her love.
And now I wonder what she’s thinking of?

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