the softest hands I’d ever felt
were clasped around my neck;
her eyes, reflecting pools
that simply looked
I was supposed to say my lines
and swiftly walk away;
but many years have gone,
and I’m still
hooked

the softest hands I’d ever felt
were clasped around my neck;
her eyes, reflecting pools
that simply looked
I was supposed to say my lines
and swiftly walk away;
but many years have gone,
and I’m still
hooked