Once upon a time, she asked what my favorite texture was.

And I didn't know, so I said something like maybe my sheets?

She's gone now 'cause that's what time does.

But I figured it out, while my heart skipped a few beats.

 

My favorite texture is her skin.

Texture meaning comfort and feel.

My favorite texture is her skin.

With the supernatural ability to heal.

 

My favorite texture is her hair.

Blocking the sun from my heavy, worn eyes.

My favorite texture is her hair.

Saving me from the world's pretty lies.

 

So texture was her question, and I didn't kow that night.

But she's my favorite texture, the one that just feels right.