Haiku, fourth slew

Too passed out to care,
I made you help me love me,
In and out of hand.

Moaning at my peak,
Your kids pretend we’re fighting,
In our mobile home.

Counting out the beats,
Writing haiku is easier
With only one hand.

Popping wood by accident,
Dancing with your mom.

Chasing butterflies,
You tripped and scraped both your knees,
So, while you’re down there.

When you wanted to
Know what turns me on, I said,
“Clubbing baby seals.”