The Final Fuck: The Parting of Legs and Ways

You said it was over.

Accepting of this.
Accepting of you.
I never could say no to
your bizarre requests.
And so, a parting of our ways
includes a parting of
my thighs.



No blood or sweat.
Just tears.

Come then say goodbye.

And as your urgency grows and
presses into my belly,
so does the notion that
I am being
fucked goodbye.

Emotions emerging from
blackened jeans
and I give you the last of me.

A wet, warm place in which to enter,
a long, hard way
to say we're through.

You never knew the way to
my heart,
taking this route over and over
like a misguided traveler.
Yet I guide you into me knowing
this will not last,
nor will we.

Plummeting into the depths of
warm stirring waves,
I am convinced you are trying to
reach my mind.
Convinced you are probing me
to know what I am
thinking.

Coming means going
and that is all I know.

I know with this fond farewell,
I am truly fucked.
Mind, body and soul.

You flip me over to take the
road less traveled,
and my gentle curves provide
the map that leads you home.

Home, to where I bleed.
Home, to where I need.

While pulling my red and raven locks,
I pretend you are pulling me
back into your life.

Pull harder and call me "bitch",
how dare I leave you.
Pull harder and say my name.
How dare I walk out that door...

Pull harder...
and leave behind a souvenir of
seed and sorrow
that you plant in this,
my rainforest.

When the door clicks in the lock,
I play in my puddle of you.
Splashing in the rain of
white ribbon on my
satiny blue bed.

I cannot see beyond the waters
that flow from my eyes,
my thighs.

And then, the realization,
I've been fucked goodbye.





©2001 by Cher Ladd-Tushiah