Battered down already with a broken nose.
Sheltering myself from her raining blows.
For reasons best only known to her.
At her mercy, I unquestioningly suffer.
Since I have nowhere to hide or run,
I pick up courage and face the gun.
She shoots me but with her kohl-lined eyes.
Straight in my heart with a doubtful surprise.
With kisses and hugs she belies her part.
Am quizzed at her sudden change of heart.
For forgiveness, she weeps, cries and begs.
And then squarely kicks me between my legs.
