Cliche
I was desperately drunk and desperately in love.
I made promises I wouldn't keep. She invited me
into her garden. I ate forbidden fruit. Nirvana!
Pains, doubts, anxieties, fears gone instantly.
The morning after had a sour taste.
God and priest and nun and catholic world
collided with our promised land of love.
We stayed drugged with flesh and defiance.
Pregnant, we were married in the Church.
We had our daughter and a son soon after.
I wish lust didn't fade with time.
I wandered and became a cliche.
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