Under

Remember under the bridge where I first sucked your dick in public?
You had been begging me for weeks but I was always too afraid someone would see us.
I live by there now.

Remember under the bridge you took me just across from your rural Omaha school yard?
Where all the boys first got head but you admitted it was just the place to stash porn
You shared with your classmates.

I knew you were first broken when you cried onto my breasts about
Always loving your wife no matter her roof you never again could be under
because the star has a weakness for tar.

Remember under the shirttails I first jacked you off in the pew
after church where we both both sat me having to go in twenty and you having to stay
because you done fucked up again.

That was a cold winter
even then what spell did u have me under
that I already didn’t want to be separate of you
casted spells- I’ve casted spells- invocations
letters to daughters in texts I should be ashamed of

but I wasn’t because I was drunk and she told
and under no covers did I sleep with you that night.
I slept on the floor.

I wonder does your girlfriend now bring the thunder
under
the sheets like I once did?

When you vowed when you got clean
and I stopped running
we would be engaged because “We ride” and “I.L.Y.N.M.W.”

Remember the under life?

~ by lostwidow on 2015/08/06.