Twisted and Interlaced

One afternoon,
 when we were autumning and such,
 you asked me 
 when I would, finally,
 and 
 why not now

I never understood,
 the way that your eyes 
 changed what they saw,
 making something 
 out of every shifting mass,
 and yet --

One afternoon,
 twisted, and interlaced,
 I answered your question
 in the affirmative, 
 and
 you answered questions

 I'd never thought to ask

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