You asked if we could go to Munich,
Book my favorite hotel suite
Short holiday, lots of laughs,
A good time in Germany.
I thought it was a lark,
Quick waltz in the park
Far away from talk, tell-all knowing looks
Caught up in my books, I missed your plan
Didn’t see past your made-up eyes
Barbara, you had little class, but showed a lot of style.
You shuttered our room, so polite when you asked
When you got on your knees, I couldn’t resist
You hid us in twilight; I never saw how the dawn
Brightened your quicksand smile
Barbara, why did you make a lover out of me?
An Escher sketch scratched on velvet
Together, we were opposed caricatures
Broken kaleidoscope, surreal comic strip
Of what a couple was supposed to be
In a gallery of fools tossed up for grabs,
Why did you have to choose me
Arrested development at seventeen
When we met,
You were twenty-three
All those years to define yourself
Instead of smooth refinement,
You chose a steel rasp
Scratched out a street-wise seranade
I was an experiment, nothing permanent,
Until you play with the scars, you gouged in me
Barbara, why did you have to fall in love with me?