Wife

I can't get a fix on the storm i see in her in her eyes. I can't anti-dose her poison, she believes is there. I listen to, and gently navigate around, all the fear she believes she is stuck with. I spew a billion Shooting gems, bubbling wit and innuendo, To persuade a smile or giggle or at the very least, a squintish, wet eyed, pouting lipped, proud gush, of love secure.