It is not that I am torn
It is more that my mind
Seems to go
Just wherever it damned well chooses
I have been in love before
I am in love again now
Images & memories
Which my mind frequently abuses
If on occasions forlorn
If caught on barbs that bind
I am resigned to follow her
Just wherever she damned well pleases
If to think of the spotlit dance floor
To shuffle so lightly how
With footsteps and body sways
She poses, she teases
