Of shimmering connected bodies
Your full lips, your gap-toothed smile
Your thick ponytail hanging down
With a stained glass shirt
That changed the color of your eyes
If I say to you
That I donıt think I can do this
You tell me that you know I can
And if I say to you
That I donıt think I want this
You tell me how good it is to want something
I lied to you
Beneath the dogwood tree
Where the pale, pink blooms watched
How quickly we withdrew
Your pretty feet. Your slurred scotch whiskey speech
We dug down as deep
As the twilight would allow
And if I say to you
That I donıt think I can do this
You tell me that you know I can
And if I say to you
That I donıt think I need this
You tell me how good it is to need something
I donıt know where you came from
I donıt know where youıre going to
But I know Iım not going there with you
I cried for you
For all we would never be
I felt the sting of shame
For the woman I became
Your full lips, your gap toothed smile
Your thick pony tail hanging down
With a stained glass shirt that changed the color of your eyes