a poem a day for a year #156

by Amy Turn Sharp


I would do these things to you.

Pull your hair a little bit.
Bite you softly.
And when you least expect it,
I would tickle your back.

In college there was a kid in our dormitory who had a really awesome stereo. It was loud. Like a lion. Sweet.
One night I asked him about the big padded headphones that hung from his headboard. He smiled and told me how he asked the girls he had sex with to wear them. He said he would blast Bob Dylan and The Allman Brothers through the stereo and into the girls while they did it. Into the night.

And I have kinda never forgot.
And I would do these things to you.