high fever and beads of tiny sweat

for better or worse
i rolled down my window and gave you a smoke
i thought i heard an answer
but perhaps you misspoke
i poured a Merlot into your glass
about half full
it was a perfect summer
to sit by the neighboring pool
your body was black
well burnt by the sun
i offered you bog-myrtle
but you wouldn't have none
you noticed the bamboo
which grew near the creek
i watched you start standing
and offered my seat
your head gave way to a pillow
your ass on the floor
the coffee was empty
i offered you more
without cream or white sugar
i used an old French press
you wore a man's baggy pants
i wore a woman's dress
in a high fever
and beads of tiny sweat
i couldn't stay away
we had just recently met
and sat on the stairway
welcomed the dawn.
i woke up when i heard
you stifle a yawn.
you reached for a cigarette
tasteless and grey;
nearby a piano
continued to play.