I don’t know what happened,that night I first touched your leg,
that night we first made contact,
It was dark, and the town was washed
in the glow of the moon and nothing else,
and when I touched your leg, I felt as if
all of the dark was because it had all
poured forth from my body and coated
each piece of the world around us.
You were sitting, smiling, and talking
without worry or care or thought of
what could happen that night, of
what was about to start, take place,
I knew before then, but at that moment
I made it known.