she said: madam butterfly,
  he said: la traviata -
she said: not today,
i'm menstruating,
  she repeated it 3 times
third day:
  you slapping my face
is making me unbearably
   scratching at the peacock from
a part of me that has
no bone...
so she agreed:
but only with rubber,
in the bath...
later i learned:
******* apparently
alleviates the pains.
now i know why she didn't
want us going
to a night club in
st. petersburg...
  ours was a glass
of cognac with a slice
of lemon,
    and her recommendation
of having to read
the master & margarita,
with her playing some
****** video game...
    but i did learn something...
it's almost impossible sleeping
with someone in the same bed,
half of your body becomes
numb when snuggling,
spooning, becoming
a half-revealing shine of luna...
and then sleeping together
with your backs turned
feels colder than when
sleeping alone;
  i tried sleeping with
cats, but as my grandparents
over-stated...
   sleep in your own bed,
and if you must, sneak into
the other's bed for a sneaky ****
and shake...
two people sharing the same
bed is the most terrible idea...
i wished to always wake up with
a side of me that wasn't numbed.