She had wet looking eyes went straight to your heart
And greasy locks and a throat that talked
It's own secret language
To open collars and unbuttoned blouses
That you bent your head to, so you wouldn't get left out
She left sentences dangling and legs that, gangling
Seemed always in the way
Gesticulating wildly while her gait let something
Desirable, loose in the world-
Bet you lost all your bets on that crazy-ass girl
She got wild political ideas, though not very original
Like old Tarot cards, left over from the radical
Sixties, but she's straight out of the pages
Of some avante-garde novel
That you stayed up all night reading
In college to impress some high-class girl
You should have met her earlier
But she was just another girly
You'd have left in the dark;
And now she's quite sincerely interested
In intimate conversation and low key wine drinking
Cross legged in the park.
And you know with her you'd want to
Elaborate the principles of non-linear thinking
And comparative distortions
Of the war between the sexes-
But now you can't even talk.
Patti Masterman
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