After Two Years of Marital Bliss

After Two Years of Marital Bliss

She called him "Biffaroo,
like he was a wild animal
out of the old west.
It made him fell as if he could
break any filly
with a quick flick
of his muscles.

She started calling at his home,
hoping to wrestle
him away for his family.
He'd call her Miss,
when his wife was near the phone
and called her Missy, my delta babe,
When Roxie was away.

She wasn't smart,
but could arouse his body parts,
long blond hair, that sculptured
her ass in strands as she walked.

Legs, so long, she could reach
cupboard tops
all on her own.

Eyes so blue there was no longer
a need to go to the gulf,
He swam within her gaze.

He had tired of his wife's sharp witted tongue
that would spring upon him
like a serpent
when he least expected it.

She no longer called him honey,
she called him snake.
He in turn called her mongoose

He was tired of the clutter
of paper filling the den..
Her writings were shoving
him out the door

She called them
the scraps of her life.
He called them junk.

She left one day,
taking the baby, the dog
and the sun bleached
papers of her existence,

Leaving Biff with the bills and the cockatoo.

Bobbie Kilzer Gogain