make up donuts

I bought you some
donuts,
you tell your wife
who is mad
at you for reasons
too complicated to
mention.
she opens the box
and takes out a powdered
apple filled
donut, looks at it
in her hand, takes
a big bite, then
throws it at your
face. it hits you
between the eyes.
jelly and powder are
all over the place.
this makes you reach
into the box and select
an éclair, which you
hurl like an arrow
at her head.
she ducks but you
hit her in the ear.
it fills with a yellow
cream, the chocolate
smeared against her
cheek. this goes
on until there are
not more donuts left
to throw,
and you're wrestling
on the ground.
you kiss her madly,
she kisses you back,
you frantically rip
each other's clothes
off with a pulling
and tugging
at buttons and zippers,
shirts and pants.
you make wild
passionate love on
the kitchen floor.
it wasn't all bad
all the time.