Fears singaround the tableAnd I wait hereon my wooden legsthat do not knowhow…
did we really just get naked back there? all our parts exposed and free…did we really…
Juxtaposed dressed in clothesOr lying face to faceTurn me on and overHold me in your embrace
I hear the words of my Muse in that veiled forest —
Hey, you!
Have we crossed pathsExchanged fleeting glances