Anniversary, a poem

I shared this poem in a February note to my Readers Group. I initially wrote it as a 50-word story. I revised it several times, but it didn’t quite work. Then I tried shaping it into a poem instead, did some reworking, and I think a poem is what it is mean to be.

Anniversary
By Laura McHale Holland

Beanbag shoulders
mocked him in the mirror
his limp and honk obscured
the charmer locked inside

Pillow breasts spurned
her lithesome spirit
her dishrag neck pined daily
for dreams long gone

Yet they groped at dawn
with a wringing sort of passion
while a hummingbird poked
fuschia by their door