“When were you to tell me that?”
“When I think, I aught not…”
A bellow not from the belly
A tear not from heart
A charge amid the cacophony
A hush falls around
Disparate scrub downs.
“Do you care about your wife?” voice over sobs,
The hurt sentiment exhibited in crude;
“Ah! Drama; you women!” said the insolent brute
Gray puffs among white flakes
Muffled sobs under the drapes
“How did we meet?”
“Where will we end?”
Ashes cindered in empty bottles;
Solitaire, fitz and puzzles;
Aid in fleeting thoughts’ shuttles.
She had danced through his heart
He had too, band-aided his part.
When stars were bright
When songs were alight
When two shows were pieced
When objections were raised
Through punch drunk confessions of love
Through contrasting rummaging tussles
The families had finally appeased.
Reflections of night on sheets of snow
Nuzzling closer, the comic serenades
Lips part, laughter resonates.
Ending the want and beginning a show.
“Dance with me?”
“I will be careful and not step on your feet.”
“You are but human, my dear.”
Smirks and chaffs begin.
As the moon descends;
The sassy transcends.
“I want a scrumptious dinner.”
Demands the other half.
“You like to be fed too?”
Chides the wife.
“Go make me a sandwich bitch”
Hollers the man of the house.
Diverse demands, similar intents
Hearts, minds, bodies;
Eventually all alike, sewed to the world.
Ah! The heap that remains in the grind.
Love is in the air; quarrels abound.
Ardor survives; but on raucous grounds.
2 comments:
Utterly depressing. But such is life. I think people get boring once you get to know them. Mystery is everything. Or should be.
Or may be life is boring and a repeatitive...recall Five strangers looking for an exit episode of Twilight Zone...I guess couples/marraiges/non-marraiges all turn alike
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