Mary

While I was doing you

On the hood of your car

I was beholden 

To your tattoos and black hair

Moving on your moon-bleached flesh

While the headlights of the cop car

Pulled around the corner

Of the abandoned brick and brokened glass

Industrial building

Switching on their high-beams

And flashing blue lights

Catching you 

With your legs in the air

Your back polishing the hood’s enamel

And me immediately 

Pulling out of you

With my pants around my ankles

Tripping backwards 

In cop white light

Small stones eating at 

The skin of my ass and palms

As I hit the pavement.

They told me 

Not to move

And I lay there exposed

Limp and glistening
Smelling like Mary

While they took you aside.

Not one of my proudest moments

Until I heard them 

Ask you

If I was holding you there

Against your will

And you replied

“Of course not!”

Followed by

“You guys sure know how to ruin a good time!”

The cop standing beside me

Roughly pulled me to my feet

Pausing

Making sure that I saw

The small smile turned

At the corner of his mouth.