You came to me on a Saturday
Like my first temptation
In the desert,
Offering yourself
To one whose only faith
Is in his friends
And in himself to do no harm,
And out of fear of guilt
I could not let myself
Partake in that which would
Have quenched my thirst,
A cold rejection you despaired
As your very first.
I sent you home and went away
Not knowing when we'd meet again,
Nor when I had become so loyal
To he who would have been heartbroken.


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