Hung Up

Hung up   She reminded me recently how easily it was
To get tangled up in the bad stuff.
We were fishing.

Not a normal pursuit,
But one I loved and
Asked her for.

Now a wad of line and a bent
Tree limb, her swearing
And pulling to no avail.

“Be careful babe,
You’re rocking the boat.”
I laughed. Her ass shook.

So badly I wanted her
In this moment.
All fishy and flustered.

“Why are we here again?
FUCK!”  Her tan legs.
“Just cut it love.”

There was so much she
Had brought to my

Here in this boat.


About Pitboss14

Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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