I'd been thinking old loves
on this hot humid day
encased in my armory
The hook sunk deep in the delicate bone
that's a perennial problem with ill fitting undergarments
I want to burn that bra
Time to trade my straight jacket for a backbone
and finally let it all hang out
I want my bones to shake and dance loose like opals' milky fire
on the dance floor at one of those clubs
where happy hour spills over some nights
where Nirvana happens to someone puffing a cigarette
you know, one of the exotic middle eastern variety
This evening is for leaving all tension behind
I am dancing in wild abandonment doing an Isadora Duncan impersonation
And then he walks in, his intense gaze glued to my
mounds of golden rod studded with ironweed shaking like
a couple of circus wheels in motion
He says " Your eyes are a sanctuary for my heart"
He is not looking at my eyes
Uh oh, This has happened before- I know the signs
If I'm not careful this could lead to
two bicycles leaning in the rain