Over a Drink or Under a...

Come on then my sweet
let's be cruel tonight

and let's catch up
with that girl they call love
that foolish elf

who never sees sense
who always forgets
to leave her glass-green wings at home
when she sashays by like summer

let's be cruel tonight
and give her a call

that trusting child
with the heartstopping smile
all eden's glory in her hair
holding out gifts, brilliant leaves in her hands

let's call her now
that girl they call love

and as payback for something 
(that slips my mind now)
let's cut off her hair
pierce her palms
put out her eyes

and between us, smiling
transfix and tear

over a drink

those stupid, green-glitter wings.