She touches me in ways I cannot avoid.
It isn’t in the stories…she’s told.
It is not in the wonder-lust or star-dust.
Not in the way she holds my demons near.
And, yet, years have passed…
that kiss never remains the same.
What a taunting challenge laid out before me…
lessons of masked chivalry.
Perhaps, the secret lay in…they loved each other well.
Perhaps, it is simply…she loves me well.