Lovers Quarrel

Lovers Quarrel

He loses her so regularly
It’s laughable now.
Their quarrels epic, heated
Sensual yells of insults
That eagerly gets them off,
As if the pain is to covet.

Their fights, primeval
So much so
That the veracity is debated
Like a dream the morning after.

To them –
Arguing is better than making love
And the apologies days after
Are just as good.


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