Saturday, March 22, 2014

Such Is Romance

I could sense her simmer, as I came to a boil.
I grumbled, the clock ticked, she tossed her head.
I said my say, she riposted, I expostulated.
She flung down the gauntlet, I kicked it in the corner.
I mumbled, she steamed.
I flexed my ego, she shed a tear.
I shouted, she screamed.
Then her door slammed cutting me off,
Shutting me out from her fear
Of my male dominance.
We'd sparred for a hard hour
Going on two,
Then quick as a wink it was over
Our macabre dance.
I didn't know what to do, say or think,
So I fixed myself a big, stiff drink.
Such is war.
Such is romance.