I've caught some heat for putting this up, but I feel that pain is as valid as pleasure. Apparently, most people disagree.
How?
Does a month slay a year?
Why?
Does this boy slay your husband?
Again?
"I'm with you again, nowhere else to go."
"I love you," she said, "Wait, never mind."
"It's not fair to you." Does she mean me?
I think it's unfair to both of us.
Again?
At first, my back turned.
"We'll be good," She said,
Then stabbing pain.
Again?
The second, I'm prepared.
A quick short incision,
Deep, but reparable.
Again!
The third, she kissed me first,
Then a surprise,
with a twist and a flourish.
Again.
I lie bleeding, twisted by pain.
"You need sleep, should I make tea?"
"I could rub your back all night, but..."
"That's right, and that's where I'm going."
With the slam of a door...
How?
Can she be angry?
Why?
Is It easier when someone's holding you?