Cactus – a poem about men and women

I can’t tell when it’s going to hit,

I don’t even know what causes it.

All I hope is that it isn’t me,

That leads to you feeling a little prickly.  

I mean, we have the perfect life,

No debt, and happy, free from strife.

So please let me know what now eats you,

I cannot fix, if I cannot reach you.  

It’s male default to think I’ve done some ‘thing’,

A question that sends you into a spin!

But with nothing to go on, to give me an answer,

I tiptoe eggshells, like your private dancer.  

My male gene tells me that I might have caused that frown,

So I’ve cleaned the house, cooked and a bath awaits to turn frown – upside down.

Candles are on, soft music mixes with the steam, Soak,

I’ll keep the door closed and get wine…you go have a damn good scream!  

©PEDRO-BATPOET 2018