15 January 2013
No really Doctor, it's not as it sounds,
Although you implied we were fooling around.
I had only been gone for a few days,
But we're still in that initial starry~eyed phase.
I slipped on the cobalt blue heels I had bought;
I winded my key as I steadied the lock.
I wasn't used to these shoes ~they went on for miles!
I jumped up to kiss him and fell to the tile.
What just happened? I don't know, but my head sure was pounding!
The chimes from the kitchen chandelier were resounding.
The chandelier! Oh no! It was shining and swinging.
Half the pain was that lovely thing wouldn't stop singing.
He held a towel to my skull and his head was kind of bloody.
I became sort of woozy. I found the whole thing rather funny!
Hysterical, we were laughing, the chandelier still in song.
Blood trickled down his forehead. I was a little turned on.
Doctor, I know you must thing this is one weird discussion,
But I think I just shared the worlds' most romantic concussion!
chandelier concussion • Opuss № I