Stoning and Boning
Looking in each other’s eyes
we’d have what I like to call,
completely competitive conversations.
Nether one of us conceding the point.
Back in the day,
this would go on until
one of us would pull out a joint.
Not exactly a peace offering.
But it was an excuse to call a truce.
Putting us in a relaxed the mood,
as both of us wanted to get screwed.
The wild animal in us needed to get lose.
So, we would put that good high to use.
That night, the music was just right,
and we didn’t always turn off the lights.
After three or four rounds of marathon love making.
Creative animal calls
and neighbors banging on the walls.
Nine months later,
my son was born,
as the result of two people having a good time.
We found shelter in the Radio show
called the Quiet Storm.
Now some may think
this a little bit tame.
And others will think
this just a little bit insane.
How our conversations
would end up with us
passionately calling each other’s name.
Copyright © Robert Kinard | Year Posted 2019
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