from the moment I first took in her scent
saw her eyes, the look she lent
I had already been addicted to the way my eyes see
the way she worried about me.
Now I feel her hair in my face in the gloom
dark brown, somehow as dark as the room
I never knew how good I could feel, breathless
the way she lets me hold her, 4 am in Texas
I have never known this, what she wants to do
it’s all so overwhelming, all so goddamn new
I can’t breathe, or keep my face straight and rigid
She waits for my heart, keeps my soul from going frigid
The pull, from her to me, from myself to she
There’s no denying the attraction, no calling the love fancy free
I have never seen anything undeniable, or felt this kind of real
I feel myself strengthening
like a downhill rolling wheel…..
towards what I wanted to be, always wished to feel.