The shadows dance seductively
here against the trees,
she swallows hard,
trying not to
choke on her own words.
Words she swore she’d obey,
this memory of mine,
I can’t quite let it go,
while I’m out here in a field
where it’s all quiet and dark.
She insists on music
flooding her new ears
she held our moments sacred
from the start
I’ve always depended on her.
Here in the shadowy trees
I reach for her arm
pulling her down
I whisper,
remind me why
men don’t understand.
She laughs,
putting my hand super close
spelling a forbidden word
in the palm of my hand.
She replaces the quiet
putting her sacred headphones
over my ears.
The yelling screaming song,
forceful lies,
it feels like I’m losing again.
She takes special notice
of my eyes.
Watching my reaction
the angry words
match my own
I’m ill prepared
to listen anymore.
I don’t understand,
handing her headphones back
placing them softly
over her head.
She kisses me hard
thankful
I’m this way.
Knowing I’d write this poem.
Something I wasn’t expecting
I can feel the words
she’s getting a rush to
flooding our field
scorching our pretty earth.
Tonight we’ll make love
here in our private void
where questions
just aren’t asked.
She lays here
with wanting eyes
hoping I’ll figure out
what it truly is
that men won’t ever
understand.
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