Walter
You are the boy I’ve got butterflies in my stomach over
But don’t tell your baby’s mama that.
I’ve been told of the jealousy in her blood,
How she mames & mauls,
Will gut any girl who comes near you.
She doesn’t know of the men that have stared
Into your eyes on their knees.
Drinks have been flung at mouthy bartenders
To protect your honor.
He deserved worse.
Come bless these lips, this body with a kiss
Wrap those sinewy arms around me
Until all those butterflies fly out & free.
Blessed be.
©2023 Shane Allison All rights reserved.
Shane Allison has been writing poetry since the age of fifteen when he would hide off in the library writing sappy love poems about highschool crushes. He has gone on to publish poems in a plethora of lit mags and anthologies. He has pinned two novels You’re the One I Want and Harm Done both published by Simon & Schuster. His latest poetry collection, I Want to Eat Chinese Food Off Your Ass, is out from Dumpster Fire Press. You will usually find him hiding off in a corner at a nearby Barnes & Noble composing poems about hot, stroller-pushing DILFS.