before the body dance
lit me up
like Paris France.
The waltz of a hand grenade
left my limbs flung and frayed.

Should have left
before he pressed his mouth
of pearls as he had former girls
in stacks of blazing kisses
from my cherry lips
down past my rolling hips.

Should have left
in the first embrace,
before his arms held me
in place.

Should have left
at hello!
But the iridescence
of his almond eyes
surrounded me like fireflies.