There was a time, not so long ago,
A glance of an eye,
A phrase turned,
A nod of the head,
Created a squirm,
A shifting in the seat,
A current in my loins.
And yet today, yes today,
The glance is benign,
The phrase is muted,
The head stands still.
Who turned off,
that electric charge,
between you and I.
