BLISS?

"You evil, twisted bastard," she howled.
"Oh, get out of my face," he scowled.
She raged even more, "Get out of your face?
I'd sooner smash it all over the place."

"Yeah, yeah," he mocked, "Like hell you would.
Not before I'd ripped your head off for good."
"Oh," she hissed, "You infuriate me."
He snapped, "So, happy anniversary."

Written 18 October 2002