Billy Joel's Woman

She holds my space ... in grin and growl ... I have no grasp ...
More firm than velcro ... sharp and damaged as broken glass
I am the accidental design ... unfocused and far too finished.

Twenty-four hour essence ... oil slick and vinegar sweet
Blue skied indulgence ... warm grass ... nothing in writing
Lazy ink that never spills ... fingers that always find

Shirley Temple and Marlene Dietrich ... tabby and siamese
She is the illusion ... today and never
She stands fearless where others can see ... and calmly shields me
from the bees.