By Misti Velvet Rainwater
Date: 8 November 1999

Reprise

      wading through my shallow, brackish life
               I am cold
                  & shivering
                  & wondering if you
              are alone
            or with somebody else
     have you found a new woman
        to break in
       and break down
       and where did you meet her
       and is the sex better than
            it was with me?
        [how could it be!]
       I know you must
            miss me
         somethin' fierce
      'cause I taught you
         that sex can be
             HILARIOUS!!!
     ['member the Redi Whip bikini?]
     [ a dismal failure!]
   and sex can be a continued conversation
       and sex can be the one time
            your woman lets down
                  her guard
      and calls you Baby/Darling/Sweetheart/Angel
           and begs you to fuck her
                without shame
      and the quiet lady who hardly said a word all day
          tells you that she loves you
              and belongs to you
                  and nobody else
      as she wraps her long legs around you
        and scratches your back
           and bites your neck
              and says your name
         over & over again
      willing to guide you through the entire
               Kama Sutra
     (anything to make you completely happy)

  i gave you alla that
   and so much more
        you know
    for you
         i chewed up my rules
     and spit 'em out
    you know i was
      a whole lotta love contained
     in one spirited body

    how many women
       can give you
          whore and mother and sister
               and Tinker Bell
                    and all at once?
      how many women can cajole you
       back to their camp
    when you pout and tuck your football
        under your arm and head
            for home?

   I don't care WHO she is
     don't care if she
   has a body like Jennifer Lopez
       and a personality like Bette Midler
    (a remote possibility!)
   I don't care if she likes your idiotic cats
        and doesn't mind if you 
           don't wash your hands
             with anti-bacterial soap
                after taking a piss
   and I don't give a DAMN if she knows 
       who killed Laura Palmer or Kenny or J.R. Ewing
      she can't give you
     what I gave you
    she can't be a new woman every ten seconds
       [remember when you told me]
       [that having sex with me]
       [was like having sex]
       [with 10 different women]
       [at once?!!!]
   whoever she is
     she can't make you
     cry & whimper
     like you've met your match
  can't make you say
    God, I Love You!
      ['cause it's THAT good]
    -I don't know who you're with
      and if it's real
   but knowing nothing
    I'm STILL jade green jealous
          and spitting spite
       and subconsciously calling
          to your libido
           for a reprise.