Vunderbar Verboten

Bleeding is red.
Bruises are blue.
She gets pissed.
But then I do, too.

Anger becomes tears.
Soft becomes tough.
Swimming in the beers.
She likes it too rough.

Toughen up, baby, toughen up.
Ah, the joys of being a fish.
Another drink of the bitter cup.
I swim the jade acid Petri dish.

It is wonderful to feel needed.
The talks we have are so sweet.
Our friendship has been treated.
Love feels like head over feet.

Two masochists try to make do.
Sadist not prudent at this juncture.
Shes gone; Really miss her, too.
Maybe I will try the acupuncture.