Like a lover

Like a lover

I didn’t love him, she said,
Well, I did love him,
But, I didn’t love him, she said,
Like a woman.
Well, I did love him like a woman,
But, I didn’t love him, she said,
Like a lover.

And then in the car, of all places,
my senses intoxicated
by the dark and damp,
the gold and green
of the Autumned tunnels of Baile Bhúirne.

I thought of him and the Season filled me:
Warm and soft and moist
And surprised, really.
And I couldn’t wait
to be with him,
to share, to feel,
to show my lover
the Eros of his ways

I didn’t love him, she said,
Well, I did love him,
But, I didn’t love him, she said,
Like a woman.
Well, I did love him like a woman,
But, I didn’t love him, she said,
Like a lover.
Like a lover.
Like a lover.

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