True Love

 “Listen baby, it’s not what you think. She’s nothing. This is nothing. I don’t even know her name. No, baby, don’t cry. You don’t understand. This ain’t got nothing to do with love. This is dirty. This is messy. This is all grunts and groans and swapping spit. This isn’t love. Not like you and me. I love you like them people down at the evangelist tent love God, all reverent and holy and waving their hands in the air. I look at you and I want to shout and stomp and clap my hands. You know what I mean, baby? You remember how I took you to that church last month and all them people were wild with love for God?  That’s how you make me feel, baby. Wild with love! Ah, baby, hush now. You don’t think this has anything to do with you, do you? This ain’t got nothing to do with you. You are perfect. I’m just a man. Men are weak. It makes us need this dirty stuff. We got this poison in us that we got to let out or we die. Didn’t your mama never tell you that? You are a goddess, baby. You got to believe me when I tell you that. Do you, baby? Do you know how much I love you? How much you mean to me? Come on and give me a smile. Lay a little sugar on me. That’s my girl. You know I love when you smile. Wild with love! That’s what I am! Wild with love!

“Ok, now, listen, you run along and leave daddy be. Don’t tell mama what you saw. She doesn’t understand me. Not like you do. Here, baby, go buy yourself some ice cream. That’s my girl. Run along, now. And make sure you close the door on your way out.”


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