THE BOYFRIEND AND THE PHONE

THE BOYFRIEND AND THE PHONE(L. Douglas St. Ours) THE BOYFRIEND AND THE PHONE



I was not yet eighteen

as I approached her paradise gates



then the phone rang

when all she had left on

was that bodice



she said

"Shush I gotta take this!"

as she lurched free of

my pawing hunger



the caller was her boyfriend

I could tell from her reaction

that he was accusing her of

screwing around



she earnestly denied it

but he wasn't buying it



so then she started

to cry and plead

as she swore



half dressed on the sofa

I stood and walked to her

and as she continued the

conversation with him

I dropped to my knees

and started kissing

and caressing her

tender regions



I wasn't worried much

about that boyfriend

who by then was

apologizing to her



far away and out of sight

he felt ashamed and contrite

his guilt bled through the line

his tears filled up the phone

they spilled out like a flood

all over this thing called love.



by L Douglas St. Ours

January 2012