Back then we still slept in the same bed
When I picture us it's so vivid and clear in the way of a restored piece of art
His face is like it was
Stern even when young,
Clear as day
Mine is even younger,
Embarrassingly so.
We never made love but in my head it's easy to picture
He leans over me and I receive
My hands run down his back
Angular, sharp, polygons of fiery color
So many edges for me to cling to
I'm curved and rounded
All soft and toned of blue
The eager receiver
We collided but never blended
And our faces when I picture it
Are clear as day
