Not so traumatic Trauma

It's not the events, but the after-events that truly make my night.

"Rambutan"

You rebellious cousin, you
dyed, permed, spiked
rough around the simple edges
grimy and nestled with mites
a tug
a squeeze
a squish won't do

one must dig a solid nail
wrench the strength of your
thick red leathery self

but inside
a pearly conundrum
glistening and sweet
politely neat
tear away that skin
to unveil a sheen of
delight and comfort

pillowed by an
unmistakable soft white
a pleasure so young
and genuine

'til you reach the
tenacious hull of its
immortal seed

-anon

P.S.
As cheesy as this sounds, I now associate this song with our shared memories.

if you're lost you can look--and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you--I will be waiting
time after time