Black-eyed Sue traipsed across the heath                                                                                    
Facing the last of the summer sun
It kissed her face golden.

I could see the faint
trace
of her smile
as she ripped to pieces
the chorus of a love song
she didn’t believe in.
She mentioned
that you’d been around 
with a bottle of wine
and while you were sitting, 
just chatting
inside
she’d been melting.
She said:
“When he’s around
my clothes fall off
I come undone
I know
it’s too soon to be 
Calling
But I think I’m
Falling
I’ve come undone!
Who am I to complain
When I find
My skin’s no longer
My own 
He owns me down
to the bone
Every muscle, 
tiny synapse, spark,  filament!”
She thinks you’ve raised an electric storm
A galaxy of delight
but she can’t hide the
Burn marks
That bloom like filigree
Across her face
When she described
Your ghosting.
That fleeting panic
In her eyes
Behind her smile
Each time she whispered
And wove your name,
Unnecessarily (I thought)
Into our conversation
And acted like she was a girl again
And threw her head back, 
Laughing.