“if you want a lot from a woman
you have to give a lot” she said
and bought you another round
it wasn’t much of a
talk
yet drinking you would
certainly recall
that dress she used to wear
red_ as her childhood dream
red_ as your destination
red_ and how to
find one sip of guts
to treat her
as she treated you _
*
those women loved you
but I can tell
they didn’t know
how to fall for you
it’s obvious I won’t question
your side of the story_
your great beyond dictation
perhaps this way I could forget
how sweet as pyro
you’ll return
within that fresco of a body
and Sunday it will be again
and Sunday it will be again_