Left Some Done

Cellophane skin and midnight hair
She took me for a spin
She spun me way out there

Hollandaise eyes, a teaspoon stare
She brought me to a stop
She stopped me without care

Left some done, we gotta go
We’ll undo it later
or never or so
Everything done
Not everything need be undone to go
To go
To fight beyond what belief thinks it knows

Jet fuel soul and a brake pad mind
She threw me for a loop
She looped me without lies

Wine glass stems, soft floral eyes
She picked me up from here
She heard me dripping rhymes