Is That Done With Intent? Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Why are you shouting.
I dislike it when you shout.

'I dislike the pain,
Sustained when you stand on my foot.
Is that done with intent?
Or is it a recurring accident,
You can not help but repeat.
Thinking it as a treat...
To feel your big feet.
With all of this street we both share! '

You suggested we walk closer.
I grabbed your hand.
And you grabbed mine.
Make up your mind.

'I did not mean for us to become 'that' attached.
The foot thing is better when not so public.
You know...
Not so exposed AND clothed!
Shoes and all.
Hint! '

Hey...
Whatever you say.
I thought we were going to be unconditional.