By Shadygirl   fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 19 November 1998

Our Song

You asked for my voice.

You allow me to know
you remember a time
when my song
swept through your
guitar strings.

I denied your request.

The past, too close
and too real.

But now, I'm begging,
ask me again!
Entice me with the 
scratch of your fingertips
down your Strat.

And I'll entice you
with another's words
like the past.