--And,
After picking her beautiful
jaw up, off the ground
over the shock-blast of realizing
that she (after all of these years)
had been finally seen..
there was a shuffling noise
that I could hear in the background
over the phone..
and I couldn't tell if it was her--
scrambling to finish filling out
the restraining order she started
last week
or maybe
just flopping around in the dark
in her search for the block button
But perhaps.. just perhaps
she is running upstairs to find for herself,
a dry pair of *******
Or better yet, in order to
race into her room, her clothes--
strewn, in a wake behind her
in her overwhelming need
to knock out a whole series of
wildly uncontrollable, release (s)
Strange how it is
that far too often these things
can go either way--
yet either way, sweet love
your beautiful jaw
will never again, be the same
Xo
you're welcome
