There's a little story associated with this poem. New year's eve, 1986. Karen and I went to a German Club Ball. The ex-husband of her cousin invited us, a guy who I do not much like. This was in the early days of my sobriety, and I was not very tolerant of drinking. Anyway, Karen had been drinking way too much, but she was enjoying the dancing. I wasn't into dancing sober yet, so I spent most of my time talking to the numerous other ladies there. At one point, I wrote the following poem for Karen and left it laying on the table while I went outside to get some fresh air.