If words were just words
You wouldn’t hurt me with them
You would take them back
Category Archives: marriage
Twelfth Essay About the Body
Waking next to you
I can’t see how cute you are
But I remember
Marriage
For twenty years we have fed each other Cherries, cheese and champagne, bread and black tea, But as passionate as all of these feel None beats the romance of sharing night pills.
Sunday Romance
Under the blankets
Let's weave our legs together
And save on heating
Sonnet VII – What’s your apocalypse today, my dear?
What's your apocalypse today, my dear?
What mean cloud burdens the arches of your brows?
Your eyes are dim and wild with utmost fear
Your lips coiled to spring at children or spouse
I'd be alarmed, my dear, if unaware
Of the nightmares that plague your every day,
But still I cannot help to grouch and glare
And wish you took your worries far away,
For I am, to be fair, easily upset
When the trappings of my wont are thus run,
so, though familiar with your fits, I fret
And tap on my cup and choke on my bun,
My tongue on fire, yet lovingly mum,
Mulling my chances into kingdom come.
corona tales 35, an aftermath
they tried counseling
and romantic getaways
coffins to one nail
roundup blues
wed, weeded and tilled
nothing grows but your likeness
my glyphosate babe
The Marriage Handbook
Just quit keeping scores
And give up on idyllics
Love can’t be that far
All is Retcon in Love and War
From jealous partners
To defeated generals
Who doesn’t rewrite?
The Poor Second Wife
The poor second wife
She wanted monogamy
To be retroactive.
The Arranged Marriage of a Provincial Princess to a Coke Snorting Party Beast
For the greater good
She was given to the night.
Just like a chess piece
Seven Cushions on the Bed
Despite the white dress
The airbrushed family portraits
The rosy baby
And the quenched desperation
At heart she remains single.
‘What if He’s Unfaithful?’
‘Imagine the fuss,
The paperwork of divorce!
I’d rather not know.’
4:40
Really, when you snore
You hum eerily cute songs
And I dream of boars
Tenth Essay About the Body
Fingertips would do
But with both arms you wake me
Hours before the alarm
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