Risky Business
By: JC Newman
You once said that you needed
The Weight Of A Body
on top of you,
but the first thing you did was climb
on top of me. We kept
one ear on the stairwell, like
we were teenagers,
while your fingers teased me
and I rocked into you,
impatient for you to
slip inside me before he
slipped in through the door.
Later, I lay with my head in your crotch,
one ear to your zipper, as
we watched young Tom Cruise
skid across the screen.
You wear the same socks, but
have better legs, and
those famous golden hairs
must still glisten in the sunshine
at 6pm, beer o’clock.
I sometimes wonder
Who lies on your body now,
who rests in the heat of your cunt?
Who do you kiss for hours upon hours, and
do you still listen out for your son,
like you are the teenager,
not the mom?