Togetherness

Raven black hair in a breeze, sable eyes, and chiseled curves.

So much a lust; even a need—a quasi-addiction. I touched a

nerve, semi-hungry, baptizing friction, flare and fun.

A parakeet and random cries: a kitten and bouts of anger:

and a temperamental jaguar. I pulled her close, searching the

best of life, and love reciprocated. We tap so gently, and

nudge such glee, pardoned for an evening—sorrow must

return.

At a Steakhouse, I slice her beef in bite size pieces, dip it

in A1 Sauce, and relish in such enjoyment. She smiles,

tapping corners with a cloth. I cross fork over knife, inquire

of the taste, and listen attentively.

“The best of me.” And we laugh and flirt and segue into an

argument. She’s ever clawing, striking bone, wild and

cultured. I surf a nerve, and wrestle love, near joy and tear.

We pause, gently kiss, and utter: “You’re a jerk.”