It was Friday night and we were all in the fight
to go home better from the week,
but, you were out there to shine
and shake your life’s being.
I looked right through you except when I thought fleetingly
that you were quite gutsy to wear you pants so low
and your translucent top among the prudes of Colombo.
He was the only disappointment in your ensemble;
too much of a coward to love how much he loved your skin,
When he left without saying goodbye, I saw your wilt shine;
I wish I was brave enough or that it wasn’t too lame to walk up and say
what makes you woman, was not him anyway-
your sun will remain.