My husband has gone crazy
So my wife fumes
In our daily squabbles
Her way of being jolly, really.
We are opposites to each other
As we are of other people, curiously
One is fire, the other water
Tension, though mild, is our friend
And the kit of survival.
No spark, no spice - funnyingly.
Her Majesty despises the noise of silence
Volcano must be gathering steam
Till the next nuclear fuse again.
Curiously: When I am away
I miss the seismic tremor
Of her Presence.
To wish Peace Adieu
In my temporary respite.
Lake Geneva, Switzerland
