Making Out
Her head was on last night.
She has many different heads -
there interchangeable.
She's no potato head though
just a figure of speech and expression
with lots of playful parts.
When her heads not on
it's difficult to get to know her
her mouth turns into a moth
chasing moonbeams.
Eventually her head stays put
then I impatiently construct imaginary
love scenes
while she sips red wine
through red lips (slightly bored as usual).
I hurriedly cobble together odd bits of fabrication
out of unprintable words,
sometimes she helps
sometimes she runs around
screaming:
"For God's sake do better."
Then I get mad
and change her face.
We're just a normal couple
neither of us are content until
we disassemble our reality completely.
Often we don't know who we are.
Those times are the best.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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