And it still goes on
This time it happened in the car
after dinner—former husband and wife
taking out social mores again,
still hoping to screw one another over.
~~~
She probably smelled—
again—of that beautiful black,
almost the deepest brown,
wood and mud and sin-smacking lips
but never like sunshine.
Never like sunshine—
How could he resist her?
~~~
It lasted
long enough
for their signals
to reach across the pond
again and again,
playing leap frog
all last summer.
All last summer
they tried to sweeten things.
They scraped their front teeth
against the empty rind for any shred of sweetness
She put her unbroken mouth
over his, reached for his hands—
but the sky still draped
itself in black that night.
It would’ve been perfect
if there had been stars.
7 comments:
Wonderful to have my poetry on this blog ... I hope that readers will take a moment to post a comment, even if it's just a "OK. I read this." sort of thing. No need to feel fancy or thoughtful. I'd love to hear anything from anyone (that's why we all create, after all). Thanks for the read.
Well executed. How's that?
read it. liked it.
Clayb, great comment. Thank you. And much appreciation for anonymous dropping by.
Yes, Marriage is all about moral superiority.
Good work :)
Thank you, Jay and Jesse.
I haven't given the moral superiority concept much thought ... at least, not consciously. Maybe this is a new direction for my poetry. Thanks for the feedback.
Hope you are all enjoying nice weekends (and Happy Fourth).
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