April 28, 2010

show me . tell me . fuck me

sipping on this beer
sitting at the end of the bar
the bohemian sitting next to me
a man of some fifty years of age
threw me a curve
when he asked me if i had met my love?
i responded with yes and was about
to tell a storybook tale till he
cut me off and said
did she tell you she loved you?
did she show you she loved you?
pause, yes
did she fuck you?
of course!
in that order?
well, no - we fucked first, then she said she loved me
and finally she showed me she did
he smiled a wry smile and asked me simply
how do you know she is your love?
when the order is so wrong
and opposite of a storybook

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