There was a girl I’d met two months before.
We kept on going to the same events,
and conversations grew, at times intense,
about pollution, native rights, and law.

On one reunion night, I played guitar
and sang the calls instructing all to dance.
I had not practiced well by some mischance
so played a tape: We danced a Texas Star.

We sat and talked all of that night away,
as friends went off to beds, left us behind.
So she and I our arms and thoughts entwined,
while burning logs kept wintry air at bay.

Defences I have none, so magicked in her trance.
From that first night, she tamed and held me with her glance
 

                                   14 January 2024