Neighbors

Words crash across my yard .
I see them through open-glass doors,
naked, standing face to face.
She pouts, stamps her foot.

I watch.

She leaves, comes back
until he convinces her.
They do it on a white sofa
They do it over and over.

I shut the television, go up to the bedroom
wake my wife and whisper in her ear.

After we do it, she asks:
"Wow! Where did you learn that?"
I don't tell her. She doesn't like the neighbors.

She still asks me, "You want to do it?"

She always answers yes.

Impressum

Texte: @ 8 28 1999
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 21.12.2011

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