Henceforth, Lori Will Drive Herself

Lori's husband's such a jealous guy
I almost didn't want her holding me
As we drove home, but I did, and how
She held me, stroking even secret places,
Putting lips where rectitude would
Indicate they shouldn't go. I had to
Pause beside the lake, and, like a pair
Of adolescent sweethearts, we, contorted,
Made a sort of love in my back seat,
And, afterward, I took her to her
House. Her husband was outside,
Suspicious, waiting. When he saw
Us, he came to my door and pulled
Me out, and punched my face. Now,
I have a broken nose, and I have learned
That someone else's pain can turn into
One's own.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-07-16 at 14:23

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