this isn’t about love. no, love slipped into another
poem down the hallway.
it’s about a woman wanting her panties pulled down
by someone who is questionable, desirable, insatiable -
pay attention.
she wants the headboard-banging, deep pump-humping,
more than she wants food or water or a membership to Curves
does she want her ass spanked? hell, yes. does she care
if you rip off buttons or mess up her pretty hair? hell, no.
she doesn’t want to write poetry about what you do to her in bed -
she wants to dig her heart out from the mattress
she wants to push you away because her lungs are burning
and she can’t breathe worth a good goddamn
so move!
this isn’t a big secret. it is nothing new. it just needs to be
stated every once in a while - you know, so you don’t forget.

























































Sounds like normal love-making to me,
but amazing poetry.








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