She would have been swayed
by that love song you played
on the guitar you made 
out of reclaimed barn wood

oblivious to your confessions
of infidelities and aggressions 
all the sugar-spun indiscretions 
deafened by your beauty

bathed in your drama 
wrapped herself in your trauma 
charged your red flags like a Brahma
then crafted them into a ball gown

She
was me
before
no more

I became immune to those topaz eyes
velvety voice and muscular thighs 
knowing too well you’d be my demise
if I lingered on your potential

noted: obsessed with his mother
has children with three other
and simply cannot discover
a job worthy of his unique genius 

loved you at my leisure
accepted four nights of pleasure
then buried them like treasure
and released you to the night