Your hair like polished mangos
Everyone wanted to dance with you also
But you were my treasure
A blood spot on the shoulder of your dress
From where the flying dog had sunk its teeth
You must have smelled like Martian meat
Your space suit was too flimsy for those fangs
I heard your screams and stumbled from the bar
The dog pack turned its vicious snarls to me
You hovered while I laser-gunned those dogs
The heat from your jet boots brought sweat to my neck
You danced with me on earth as my reward
I chose a smoky dance hall in the South
I watched the dogtooth blood spot as we swayed
And only sometimes traveled to the planets of your eyes
