There we were
sitting in Lisa's basement
I'd heard you said
you wished your man
had a body like mine
which made me laugh
a little, since he had
a body like yours.
And he was there
and so was some other guy;
I can't keep track.
You didn't want me to
so right there in front of both
I slid my hand behind,
underneath, around you--
sleazy and sexy,
and realized why
they were competing.
Since you made me want
more than I knew.
No regrets or remorse,
but nothing more.
And still a memory.
I'd rather cherish
than forget.
Later,
in my only death dream,
we were there again
and your boyfriend
saw us, reached
for a gun,
and shot me dead awake.
So I never called.