I loved that woman so much it was hard to hide it. Mind you, if at every family and friend event you turn up bruised, scratched, and aching, you will be asked questions.
To my nosy auntie Thelma, who’s always in search of a perfect harlequin novel I replied:
Well, the romance is dual in nature. On one end a delicate flower, on the other a blunt hammer.
To my sweet 90 year old grandma I said:
I got hurt when chasing after her pussy, that’s all.
To my always judgmental father, as kindly as I could, I said:
Shut it, dad.
Back at home she met me in the living room. Standing in the middle, dressed only in a silken, wide sleeved robe, she reminded me of a colorful oriental butterfly. Her dark, piercing eyes focused on me. Without a blink , she dropped the antique vase she held in her arms. It shattered into a hundred pieces across the hard wooden floor. This night, the cuts were deeper than ever. Every single one a proof of a precious pleasure.