When you asked me that first question

When you asked me
That first question
I was launched again
From story into passenger seat.

When I looked into
Your eyes that held
No judgment but mine
I landed naked in that room.

When your hand
Touched my foot
My mouth was blocked
From telling lies.

When your wine flowed
In, innocent one
Emerged with courage
Rid of old claims.

When you appeared in my life
It was as gentle massage washing and
Tuning my instrument
To join play in your games.