After

A girl after my own heart, I thought as we talked about
everything in particular and
nothing in general. Not like kissing a mirror, though -

there were spaces in her heart where mine could fit and
mountains rose above her plain
to fill in my voids. And this girl, after my own heart

had long enjoyed having and holding hers,
gave in, and you know,
eventually, she was, that girl, after my own heart.