(with languid jocularity)
“hey babe, I was just thinking about how we met.
Wasn’t that the craziest thing?”
he grins with lackadaisical possessiveness
“I am so lucky to have you”
with the soughing of pining pines
she smiles, indulging
“yes dear. It’s a story
no one will ever believe.
There I was a wounded puppy
cuddly as hundred stroke
Except of course for
those porcupine quills.
I just couldn’t quit
perforating the cellular membranes
of all who tried to love me”
he chuckles, self-congratulatory
“I just knew it in my dimples
I remembered my Wonderland days
swung my flamingo
rolled you hedgehog style
and ricocheted the sticky wickets.
tamed those quills right down.
I remember it just like it was yesterday.”
“That was yesterday”