We had a night a week ago
Where we basically showed our cards
You showered me in the sweetest words
And in that state of sugar high
I told you I was putty in your hands
Maybe it was just implications but I’m sure you got the point
Yet that night now seems like a dream
Did it ever really happen?
Or is it a wine-warped memory, maybe just a fantasy?
Since that fleeting moment where we held hands and swapped flirtatious sparks
There’s been similar moments but none so severe, so surreal
And their number have fallen in recent days.
Perhaps the novelty is wearing off
Perhaps you’re growing weary of my loquacity
Or perhaps it’s like my friend believes, and to you it’s all a game
And you’re busy with other players.
I know she’s probably right.
You have two current lovers from a previous life, more in the further past
And you have another lover here.
He’s not as deeply under your spell as me, maybe that’s his advantage.
I don’t know who I’m more jealous of.
He who has the affections of a wild, free spirit with unparalleled beauty inside and out
Or you who has the attentions of an incomparably intelligent, kind hearted crusader
Ah what true suffering it is to yearn for two people,
to have neither while they have each other.
Either way it’s torture being near you but torture to be without
I know it’s probably a twisted game
I know I should forget it
But I am powerless to remove myself from the board
I just can’t walk away
I want you like a bee wants honey
I want to taste your lips
Tell me how to get there,
Or if you even still care
Let’s hit that higher level
Or at least return to that night a week ago
The night of sweet nothings and tender touches
That maybe never happened.