Time with a farmboy <br />is a two-sided matter; <br />you’ll need to be sexy <br />and dressed up to flatter. <br />But he expects that <br />you’ll get dirty, too. <br />Help him <br />use his tools. <br />He'd like if you swept <br />up his shop. <br />When he works on his truck? <br />Sunbathe – climb on top. <br />He’ll appreciate the view, <br />what he likes is the time, <br />and what he likes most of all is, <br />he’s where <br />I like spending mine. <br />His is a world without <br />clutter and wives; <br />without bulls**t and lies. <br />He’s simple, <br />he’s sweet, <br />he’s kind and <br />he cuddles. <br />Oh, he eats puddles. <br />Did I mention <br />that he likes <br />spending <br />the night? <br />He lays on ‘your’ side. <br />Time is nice, I realize, <br />and so are blue eyes; <br />his are <br />undeniably clear. <br />Not muddled, <br />and golden, <br />and smeared. <br />He knows <br />how I like <br />being alone; <br />it’s the same reason why <br />he lives off a back road. <br />He’s strong, German-jawed, <br />stocky, not tall, <br />with lips <br />in competition <br />with your own. <br />And he <br />makes me drip; <br />sweat, squirm, and moan. <br />He makes me <br />wanna make him <br />late for work. <br />I like that he kisses <br />Goodbye <br />In the dark. <br /> <br />You won’t lure me back into <br />that den. <br />It makes me feel dirty, <br />condemned. <br />I won't be baited <br />with your handmade <br />toxic candy; <br />Our luminous history <br />makes these choices easy. <br /> <br />And you won’t have me <br />if it’s not done properly; <br />I am not <br />some wop’s <br />seedy property. <br /> <br />I can make breakfast now. <br />Dance in my underwear! <br />He pulls the sheets up, <br />I like when <br />we’re under there. <br />I’ll be thirty-eight <br />when he’s forty; <br />I don’t know in ten years, <br />if he’ll bore me, but… <br /> <br />If you’ve nothing to offer <br />you’ve wasted <br />the endeavor; <br />you can’t take <br />almost good enough <br />from me. <br /> <br />It’s a love story, or forget it. <br />I won’t be the one who <br />regrets this <br />again. <br /> <br />Toxic candy or tractors? <br />Think I'll wind up <br />where I matter.<br /><br />Violet Winters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/toxic-candy-or-tractors/
