She overstayed on her one big evening
Where every tightest thing loosened
She wound up naked in someone else's bed
Among red brick
Brung now like his good intentions
Before new wallpaper
She merged with the swing
and using code (it wasn't her flat)
beglimpsed it pouring to the floor
Only once, but he made it one to remember
Fading into the landscape of his thin ties
She wanted something she couldn't say
Beyond enormous white cars
And people drinking Champagne on aeroplanes
She has no sense
Only quite final pearls
A tarty dress
A misguided opulence