PenWomanShip

Who goes to parties after death?
It can mean rummaging through dirty socks -
Through secrets guarded well
By pink, lace underwear.
It can mean bumping into types
You'd rather never see again.

And yet I went -
And just in time I saw your golden flaw
Right in the corner of my eye.
Such brightness, naughty brightness then a grin.
And carelessly the two of us took turns
Of lifting off the roof
To slam it down again.