You and Your Strange Ways

increasingly oftennow

you reach into your handbag

(the one I bought some xmasses ago)

and bringing forth

a pair of dead cats

skinned and glistening

like the undersides of tongues

or old elastoplasts

sticky with earwigs

you hurl them at my eyes

and laugh cruellongly

why?

even though we have grown older together

and my kisses are little more than functional

i still love you

you and your strange ways