These were our nicknames early in marriage.
I, seeing his discomfort below
the surface and
he, seeing I’d leave no stone unturned.
Sixteen years in, and
HE
begins to delve!
I
discover I have topsoil,
begin to groom and cultivate it.
The primordial laughter bubbles up
through the earth,
churning in my ear canal.
Bluffer and Digger:
Simply man and woman?
But now
we no longer are
simply
man and woman.
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