you trudge into the room with a slam
cussing with your hands
going this way and that way
then you pounce on me angrily
and start to fondle me up and down
doing it quite savagely
I push you away almost immediately
because it's in this mood
that I can't make love to you
I head for the kitchen on a mission
I grab candles
and pour some red wine for two
I guide your stressed self
onto the couch
and prop your legs upon me
I take a few sips slowly
and insist that you do too
I say "now baby...please tell me"
after you explain your bad day
I can see you relax
and you breathe much more easily
I express what it is like
to be attacked by a raging animal...
and pat you teasingly
I rub your feet and do silly things to you
and after a sigh and a smile
you say "sweetie...thank you"
I blow out the candles and hand in hand
we return ourselves
back to the bedroom