I’m drowning in your choppy sea of innocence.
You’re ass-deep in constricting dogma.
If you got your chance,
what would you do to me?
Green eyes and icy fingertips stripping me naked,
a bite that burns with intention.
Would you pin me down out of years of frustration
or newfound emancipation? We’ll never know.
This secret fantasy only plays out in your head
because god is always watching.
Sweet dreams, farm boy.
I’m going home to wash your shame off my dress.
My poetry book gives an atheist perspective on being a Midwest Mom. It is for sale on my publisher’s site freethoughthouse.com, Barnes & Noble, and Amazon. (Signed copies are available at freethoughthouse.com.)