His *****
was a dancing pole
that you slid up and down on
with lips and hose.
“Sit on it Sandra”
You did as he commanded.
He never took you to see his family.
You never knew any of his friends.
It’s not what he would talk about
with other people.
It was something he considered shameful.
When they asked who was dating
he would answer “it’s complicated”
But he would sink his uncut nails deep into you
and cry out loud until he was through and then
hurry up and get dressed so he could
take you home to your family.
And when you would get into fights
your husband would come collect you
at night. One time he chased you into the street. He met
your husbands stare when he was pulled over waiting
to rescue you from another nightmare. The windshield
was only thing between the two of them, if you didn’t
count yourself. He drove off mad as hell
Free association with complications -