Her Poem by Megan Haskins

How did you meet her?
Were you in a bar somewhere,
drunk on whiskey?

Did she say she liked your hair?
That tattoos do it for her?
Did she buy you another drink
and sweep you off into the night.

Was it cold when you got to hers,
did you even think of me?
Or was the whole world a blur
as you kissed her on the neck.

Did she know the places to touch you,
all the right words to say?
or was it all a big fumble
of alcohol and cigarettes.

Were you slow or fast?
Could you feel the love burning
as you moved in and out of her
in and out.

Did she know where to put her legs?
How fast to make the motions?
Where to put her hands on your body
as you pounded into her like a gunshot.

After this was over did your sweat mingle
like droplets of dew on a clear morning.
Or did it flee from the scene
in a hot flustered mess.

Did you tell her that you love her?
That she's the best you ever had?
Did you sit there drinking lemonade
until the sun rose on the day?

In the morning did you visit the fair
and eat ice creams in the shade?
Did you cook spaghetti bolognese
and eat it out on the patio again?

No? Well that's ok
I knew it had to happen at some point
I just assumed I would always be
your one life stand.