That Day On The Phone
We are a “Thing.”
“We just hang there” you say…
Like a thing weren’t
Or a Star
Or a Galaxy
Complex. Celestial. Certainty.
And suddenly I am standing in the dessert blistering & thirsty.
We are “Sex.”
“Nothing more” you say…
How casually cruel of you my prince?
(Yep, a 15 yr sex addict for just you)
(Me love you long time gone wild)
(We two, decade long adolescent, horn-dogs screwing like middle aged rabbits)
I remember each time as awkward
My tongue like a stone in my mouth
My arms & breasts felt like mistakes
Our bodies trying to do what we cannot say?