Barely able to contain herself her militant stature holds back not understanding why just some vague remonstrances of the past create a tension so when she braves again to steal a kiss her grimaced forbearance some biting and tasting is either far away or hard–pressed lashing out in a constant stream of lacerations The other: clever, laid–back, self–possessed never seems to want for affection till her eyes betray her Only the tenderest kisses will she take and over and over, so deep her reception Perhaps, one morning on a Tuesday after such an audience one unsubstantial half of tongue slips in tacit return So when clever black stays home to rest her lame leg And bold blonde bolts through the forest to terrorize squirrels again I'm lost — yell and yell and yell with no recourse Only when I whisper do her sensitive ears melt her heart and she comes bounding back out of nowhere