Why I Walk The Line Poem by Belle Violet

And so
if I say
my heart lives
in the sticks,
and he's stocky and thick,
young and cute
and sweet and funny,
soft hearted
rough hands,
Adonis
in the flesh.
He's blue eyes and tan lines,
you would have to believe
he's the reason
I breathe.
He is my straight and narrow
my shield
from peril.
He is what will drag me
through womanhood
motherhood
being a wife.
Sharing my life,
my money and
my time.
He's what will keep me
alive when the zombies strike.
And, oh,
do I adore
his mug.
That boyish and buttery Elvis brow
melting down on blue
suede eyes.
And his lips?
Devilish.
I would go to any length
because he's mine
He's my June
I'm his Johnny.
He's
why I walk the line