Oh, I could stroke your long neck for hours
Caress the coolness of your chilled hardened hide
And suck the elixir of life from your core.
We met when I was too young to know any better,
When my holey heart and the madness around us
Was too much to swallow.
So I swallowed you.
You made me smile
When the cracks showed through my thin veneer
Made me laugh when no one else even dared
Made me dance when the floor fell out from under me.
We met when I was too young to know any better,
Young and stupid and underage,
Crazy little mixed-up messed-up chick
With the big wild eyes and the haphazard grin.
We met before the gloriously oblivious man
Put a ring on my finger
And called me his bride.
We met before the big paycheck
And the herd of cretins
Pushed their way through my womb
Screaming Mommy this Mommy that
And Mommy screamed nothing.
We met before they crowned me queen of suburbia
And shackled me to boredom, to tears
And I found salvation
In the cool, sweet, apertures of your body.
I slept in his bed, in his arms,
And cared for his children
But I thought only, always, of you.
Oh, I could stroke your long neck for hours
And reminisce about the times we shared.
You brought me peace
You brought me silence
You brought me sleep.
You brought me to death’s door
And I thanked you with my lips.
