heads clash

i recall a faint memory of a painful experience,
make that a few; different scenes, same experience.

it normally starts off being fun,
maybe a friendly wrestle or,
maybe looking at something so closely.

in that split second of excitement,
it brings our heads together for a clash.
at that point, all fun stops.

we writhe away, curled up in pain,
we ask, "What was that for?"
each in pain, each blaming the other.

to make sense of that it,
all we can do is laugh.

unlike a forceful hit,
never was it intended.

ouch, the pain,
and we wish for it to go away.

a swell, a bruise,
a touch and it still hurts.

until one fine day,
a touch and it's gone, healed.