White Trash Memories

I sit here in your absence replaying the last question you asked me over and over in my head until suddenly it feels as if it's the only question youve ever  asked me and uncleavely assumed i couldnt answer...
Slowly I trace over the downward arch of your brow as you spit the question from the same lips that until now had never brought me anything but pleasure...
You raise your voice at me for the first time never taking those soul peircing eyes of icey baby blue away from me...
Want and hurt both echo in my ears as you demand to know the reason to why i just cant help myself...
Your unexpected and repetative absolution to having just witnest the most "WHITE TRASH " display of actions made by a woman flauntingly "just unable to help herself" leave a soured bitter yet sweet remembrance  curbed and but never ceasing to put a smile back on my face and bring a sense of unexplainable joy to my bleeding heart...
Oversized shades lift from cooled eyes shaded long ago closing the distance this car may have thought it could keep between us...
Breasts firmly pressing into his side face touching his never blinking or looking away...
I simply say...
"Booboo,  You have tattoos on your face...You don't ever get to ask about or even speak of trash so white...but I do love me some white trash...it does something to me I think your f@#cking gorgeous "....
I lick his face replace my shades and continue to wear my tattered crown of trash like a true whiten dirty queen...
Memories
I hold them in my trashy mind not in my can't behave hands...
Such a lucky boy is he...