Miss Pommeroy Breaks Out

I'd been thinking old loves
It was hot and humid weather
The hook sunk deep into my delicate bone
A perennial problem with ill fitting under garments
I want to burn my bra
Time to trade my straight jacket for a backbone
and 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
of the exotic middle eastern variety
This evening is for leaving all tension behind
And then he walks in
It wasn't a sight anyone expected to see
my wild dirty dancing girations
His eyes were riveted on
my mounds of golden rod studded with ironweed
quivering like a couple of circus wheels in motion
He said" your eyes are sanctuary for my heart "
Uh oh, this has happened before- I know the signs
He is not looking at my eyes
At this rate we could end up
our bicycles leaning into the rain