Fiona

hey mister, dance
like you did before
like yesterday in holy heat
of summer afternoon
sun, señoritas, and sangria
fuelled fantastic, frantic

immortal, all man
conqueror casanova

hey mister, say it
say it once again
all those powerful pretty little lies
that makes the pretty little
giggly things in their
summer short pretty little things
swoon and flutter beneath your voice

hey
mister

tell us how

how you sweet talked
wooed, winked, sang
swirled those feet like magic

stirred the lemonade
with your pocket stash
clear liquid fire, almost tasteless
in the right doses

for her

remember her?

all sweet, all smiles
nightingale laugh, ponytail on the side
and big, beautiful hazel brown eyes

dancing with the grown-ups
for the very first time

she has a name
do you even know it?

did you ask
when you swooped her slender frame
and let her bask in adult attention
and a reassuring smile

under lantern light
of incoming night
and carried her, drunken drowsy
stunned silent by surprise
until escorted out of sight

and still
she didn't realise
you'd stake that claim
and shatter a world harbored holy
in a too young heart

hey mister, tell us why
lost in lust, rioja high
you didn't care
or couldn't hear
her cry