slumber rose off him like cold steam
he muttering “wig…thaw
wig.thaw
wig,”
and fluttering eyes made the muttering stop

she beside him propped on elbow leaned over him
and sight met sight and she asked him:
“what’s wigthaw, love?”

briefly he puzzled
then the browfurrow smoothed

“i said that? –it’s acronymical
comical really…”

they kissed and he continued,
“‘whatever is going to happen
has already happened.’ that’s spelled
dubya eye gee tee aitch
aitch ay aitch
and is pronounced ‘wigthaw.'”

they kissed again.

“you are odd-minded,” she opined.

“you had to say that,” he returned,
and kissed her again
as he must.