You stood against the wall
Your hair pulled up like
You don't take the time to wash it.

I swept in like a flame
My London Fog on
Waving into the air with fingertips
Crystals on ice
My body craves your touch
But I nod and side step.

You didn't stay long
We sort of said
Hello
Goodbye
Do you remember when
At the end
I said "to be continued.."
And you thought that meant I wanted you
In my bed.

Maybe I sorta did
Dishes shattered to the pavement that day
Your eyes large and full of dusk
Another one of my relationships
Ending right on the cusp.

It is chilly now
I think of the pants and scarves
And the autumnal things
That make me up.

She's blowin' up she's hitting that pave--
Ment.
I twirl into my own prisms
Batons of fire in either palm
Don't come close unless
Your heart is open.