Phone Call

… I know
I miss you too…
Last night was some funky-junk wasn’t it
We fucked the word fuck a new meaning
torn tangled scratched & screaming
Your nails left staggered syllables of your writhing
across my back
slapped tracked marked & bleeding

My lats are sore, No
My cats are doing fine
I said my lats
Those large back muscles that pulled me deeper into you
Felt like a Viking rowing over roaring seas
Plundering
Pillaging
Battle horns were blaring
I cared enough to save you - love
Or the Norse gods were on your side

Either way…
I miss you, Just
doing laundry today
… not much