Rope-a-Dope

One I know the answer,
Two won't let me in,
Three just sends me letters and the
Four would be a sin.

You were thinking something
when you told me not to meet you
and I'm sure I'd press the riddle, doxy
if I saw the notes.

White dress
Black skirt
Hair's a mess
Let's flirt.

One can't wait to meet her,
Two just closed the door,
Three pulled up the sash and told me
What was hoping for.

I was never good at pushing
petals on the evening
tressed double tucked and tailored
with a clever parting shot.

You didn't want the world
all tied up nice and gleaming,
but wouldn't that be something
if I gave it to you.

Denim blues
Buttons flared
Buckled boots
Touch me there.

The atom bomb torpedo
that we made it through alive
was the nicest single moment
that I never meant to miss.

You said the canon's flare
were sparks I couldn't wear.
I let you win the game,
until I got you home.

Now, You I'll see this evening,
Her I send my best,
She I'll hold a candle for
You all shut out the rest.

I hope the Four will bring
a season burnt of sting.
If One ends Three begins
or maybe Two will call. Me. Back.