They are not the same person they married
When time was so kind and their hearts were too
In love to notice the flaws they carried.
Our lovers with heads in pillows buried;
Back-to-back like typical strangers do
Who never was the person they married.
Energy across galaxy parried
The telescopes that SETI’s folks peered through;
Hence, the space geeks missed the flaws it carried.
In chromatic eyes, we could with care read –
Midst cyan hair and faces of like hue –
That they were not the same beings they married.
When the fierce winds beat against house harried,
The mates slept back-to-back without a clue
Or unconcerned with the flaws they carried.
Two worlds of experts in theory varied
In how the transmutation could be true,
While new mates ignored the flaws they carried.
Copyright © Rex Holiday | Year Posted 2020
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