She did not lie

Yes and she did not lie. She did not fabricate, prevaricate or implicate. She was a good soul in her way—-still is, for all we know. Everything she touched, every face, every flower, book, skirt and blouse, led to this, this resting point where what's been accrued slows down into recognizable mass. And we give her a name that she will recognize before she resumes her electric journey. She's a swarm of neurons and particles moving en masse, pulsing, forming and re-forming——though, does she ever really reform her Scorpio ways? After all she merely refines who she is and begins teaching herself to others——she called it 'sex therapy' over the phone in the middle of the night, her voice reaching all the way from Down Under to the 45th Parallel where it was so dark and I was so fresh from dreaming I could hardly talk, leaving her to say her piece, leave her number, which I never called. Some, some of her dazed or numbed by the expenditure of energy landing here and there, in the hair, where I brushed them off before they could sting.