Heaven

Heaven It’s in bed where we forgave being grumpy, crank and cross, with any right side long since lost. She could no longer hide from having to get up and who ever said she had to? Duty called and called in vain after snoozing more than thrice. No one tells her what to do! Yelling how she loathed, despised the groomed, seemingly sane coming from the bathroom. I nodded franticly, she broke and smiled a sec then cursed me for the lack of toothpaste. I nodded franticly, she broke and smiled a sec… Such bad taste in toothpaste. I heard her slam the door, telling me of the force of with ‘Fuck!’ infused reluctance. So, so tired, I’d forget having no chance in hell that what I felt could be forgotten. Sunshine did break through the fog, again, I caved and called her up. Surely, she would not stay mad, she’d relent today because even the damned tumor had but she, my love, she didn’t answer. I nodded franticly, she broke and smiled a sec then cursed me for the stack of dishes. I nodded franticly, she broke and smiled a sec then cursed me for a lack of wishes. I nodded franticly, she broke and smiled a sec then cursed me for the stack of dishes. I nodded franticly, she broke and smiled a sec then cursed me for my lack of wishes. Such a waste. Note: the original (Dutch) version of this poem got published in my fourth poetry volume: https://uitgeverijnadorst.nl/product/menage-a-deux/