My wife tells me to cut my nails,
“They are too long honey” she tells me
And I chip my talons one by one
Until she is smiling from ear to ear
And when I kiss her, at those musky places
She tells me I need a clean shave
And I go and clean the stubs on my cheeks.
It seems my wife’s body is like
A pin cushion with tickle and prickle receptors
And my keratin tips are prickly pins
And love is a centerfield of minuscule deeds
Traditions that surface and resurface
Change and tweak, tinker and toy
Until all the brevities are asphalted
To journey on paved highways
To yesteryear’s endearment.