“New Love”

Who was she that darted through my life
that night, and just stayed?
Who darted that night,
and stayed through my just life.
She was who darted through my night
and stayed that life…….just.

 Who was she who stole
what friggin little sense I had
by dancing closely through December
into a bitter sweet new year,

grabbing me by the throat of men
and choking it with passion
until the life of me spewed gratefully
into submission and I fell to my knees
to pray to her in my very best tongue
of all I knew of passion
and of pain.