My broad

I like how she squeezes my arm tight when she’s nervous.
That yuck yuck laugh or the way she pinches me with her toe.
Sometimes she smacks me for being silly but it doesn’t hurt.
A soul hug she calls it squeezing tight, her heart thumpity thump thumping against my chest.
Maxed out credit cards and boxes of incredulously bad shoes.
Jumping to conclusions (never right) and acting according to them...
Like swimming in a torrent of confusion, I got the woman’s mystique down, but…
I cant unravel her mysteries.. what makes her clock go tick tock.
Supposedly love is that lifelong pursuit, the journey, the quest, the acid trip.

Billy's poetry contest entry... removed per his banned status. I will re-enter it if he is allowed back.