Stained Glass Slipper

Coroner, as October sees the leaves turn colors
You’re so much older than when we first met each other
Down in southern Cali and the pounding pattern
Drum of pumping blood was sounding
Even though the subject was too young
All I need is one night to see if it’s right
You can cut me like streetlights with the sunrise
All I ask is one night to know if it’s right
We can scatter like ashes when the cock cries
On an autumn morning like this
I sit and watch the shadows of birds on bricks
Think words to warm the marrow of this feral woman Pharaoh
Turning twenty-five on the twenty-sixth
All I need is one night to see if it’s right
We can scatter like ashes when the cock cries
All I ask is one night to know if it’s right
You can cut me like streetlights with the sunrise