slowly the drumbeat of my own heart swirls me around and round again. i still softly and tenderly regret a little. couldn't we just have taken the moment out of context again and be in love, finally, both on top of the hill, swinging back and forth between the fine lines, together for once and ever in a perfect little vacuum just as it used to be.
why just a taste, yes, I really wished we hadn't gone only to that degree.
why just a taste, a taste, I say?
well okay, i just had to write that down. as I have the habit of admitting things.
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