Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Vis Major

It’s evening, we’re alone,
the kid’s at work
critters outside

I sneak to her place
on the couch
snatch a kiss

She smiles.
I stroke a hip and
another kiss
then a gentle caress
of her cheek.

That’s when
she pulls back,
nose wrinkled
and says,
you’ve got onion hand!”

Three hours in the shop
a shower and
a hot tub and
they still reek.

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