mark king

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Twenty-Four Glowing Eyes - Poem by mark king

It was a cool foggy night
And like the fog touches the skin
She touches me
Even though she is my ex-wife
Who passed the cross roads
Long ago
We could never quit completely
The thing that separated us
Drugs and crime
Yes, my ex-wife
One of Canton’s finest drug dealers

She does not know
What no means
As I push her away
The harder she comes at me
And yet
Something pulls
Our hearts together
But I stopped telling her
I bleed love for her

It is about midnight
And my cell phone rings
It seems to pierce the night
Like a howling wolf
I reach down and hit silent
As I do not want to disturb
My current girlfriend
I sneak out of the bedroom
And stand in the quiet kitchen
To collect my thoughts
Till I return that call
The one that promises
An unbridled passion

She is outside the townhouse
In her boyfriends Cadillac
I dress quickly
Kind of like superman
Then I leave sleeping beauty a note
Saying I went for a walk
And slip out the backdoor
Jumping into the Caddy
We lock lips
She starts to drive to the motel
Of addicts, drunks, lairs
And cheats
But I tell that girl
I have a better plan

We drive north
And turn into the old strip mines
That is an industrial park now
She pulls in between
A warehouse and the woods
We talk as she does hit after hit
And I am doing sip after sip
Of my coffee
Bought from the Circle K

I embrace her
And our full lips meet
It breaks the hold
That the dope has on her
We undress even faster
Than superman
And get in the back
Lips and hands roam
All the while I wonder
If my idea of making love
In Jim’s car
Comes from some primal urge
To mark my scent
Or maybe I am just mean

The love making is great as always
We are one body and soul
She is on the bottom
And moaning with pleasure
As I look up and out
Of the side window
Seeing all these glowing eyes
Like green beacons in the night
At first I am frightened
Thinking Lucifer has come
To claim his bride

The rhythm of love has stopped
And she asks why?
I say look
And we are both staring
At a huge Buck
With all his does
And young ones around him
At least twenty-four glowing eyes
Are staring at us through the fog
Then I make her laugh
By telling her
We are porno stars now

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, November 3, 2008

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