Part One
I snap at her, a little nasty
She snaps back, nastier still
My next words hit her like a slap
And we look at each other in amazement
That something so sweet could be broken
In pieces on the floor in between us
I hold her and kiss at the tears
She hugs me so close and so tightly
Mutual and heartfelt “I’m sorry’s”
But it may be a while, be a while
Before that real sense of loss has subsided
And happiness, unguarded, returns
Part Two
Later, sitting in the recliner
I’d given up trying to read
And watched as she did her yoga
So sexy, stretching and holding
“What are you thinking of, Sweetman?”
“Your body and our spat after breakfast.”
“I like some of your thoughts
But what of our spat? That’s a good choice of words “
“Yes, I won’t call it a quarrel.
It's like the first scratch on a new car
it feels lousy but now it is done”
“You’re right. Now, your thoughts on my body?
“How much I love it,
And your legs can go wonderfully high
And we’ve learned that we both have sharp tongues”
Her sweats came down to her ankles, and her bottom came up to my face
“then I suggest that you use it” she purred softly, “and I’ll find a way to use mine”
And happiness, unguarded, returned
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