The first time,
I remember (through a drunken haze)
It was beating down with rain outside,
The gods were weeping,
She looked beautiful that night
And we were both wasted,
I sat up and lit a cigarette.
It was done.
She continued to lay astraddle on the bed
“How was that, baby?”
I said puffing on the smoke, grinning.
She took a few minutes to answer and said,
“It only hurts when I laugh.”