“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Friday, September 13, 2013

No holds barred

'You are the only one I am rude to' 
she said to me as we drove back from Sainsbury's

'I know' I said rather grumpily and not to be outdone in this plain speaking contest added:
 'You are very naive and I exploit you all the time, but I try to do it in small measures so that you don't notice'

'I've noticed' she said with a curt little laugh as I reversed into the drive.

That was that - as arms laden with groceries, we descended into domestic chaos and the little pingpong rally of words ended unceremoniously.

Later that night as I tossed and turned in the grips of a fever, she sat up and put my head in her lap till I went back to sleep again.

It sure is a good thing that she thinks I only exploit her in small measures.

My rude little girl.

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