gentle fall from grace

Just like Bessie you

     try and sass me

Can't say it works on

     me darling

I've become immune to

     the banter you scream

Let's go back to when

     it was just sweet talk

None of this elegant elusive

     discourse about money

Or about how little time

     you have to yourself

Let's go -

     higher than the stars

and plummet back down

  and start again