A sudden lurch and sudden touch
A quiet street, a nowhere town
A surge of lust, the taste of blood
The summer sun had just gone down
I saw your picture on the net
You signed your name away that day
Your eyes were flames, your lips were wet
Your husky whisper far away
I thought about the day I saw
A flower unfold before my gaze
But he was first to make the call
And stood beside you in the frame
But eighteen months before you swore.
We lay beneath the moon's pale shield
We lay beside the starlit shore
And lay down in yon barley field
Then you went back and I moved on
I rarely thought about those nights
Except about the friend I'd lost
And even less: the depths, the heights
And now I'll risk one final glimpse
And lose myself down that far lane
Where somehow I was free of guilt
Where something of us still remains
And all the years that fell between
Like wind and rain, they wore away
The precious things that we'd once been
But not the love that we betrayed
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