On a first date, we perched over a glass of chardonnay.
The cafe’s dim lights meshed well with Ana’s blush.
Ana’s alluring gaze danced as she spoke
and sparkled when she laughed.
What she said meant little to me
because I was trapped
in what she made of me.
Even as her red lips spoke in circles,
she examined my soul for sincerity.
I was loyal to a fault.
I had been most of my life.
I was one date away
from a last first date.

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