Metaphor Marriage Poems

let's escape tonight
leave this drum behind
without packing
without our phones

just take our scars
and sculptured bones
we notched upon each other...

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I married the place where I was born at a second time, 
Even today, your chest is still holding,
The vibrations that become intense,
When my hand touches...

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laminated loves
sociopathos dream state
lovers lane land minds...

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We stayed out late at night: back then;
In the warmer months of the season
We would go down to the lake for fun.

If it hadn't been...

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We are blissful married, me and poetry...
She is the sweet treat when I write her
and I taste... She is the mouth that feeds me, 
I...

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Marriage is a two-edged sword
   One end brandished by your overlord

     ~ At the other, your oxen gored...

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White Lace

Mother died today. 
They called me. 
I thought they did not have, my number. 
They never called before, now. 
Why bother to call now?...

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When we talk of heaven, the divine, the soul and the father 
we also talk of glory, adoration and our mothers in one breath 
This...

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It didn't take long
every manager there
tried signing both men.
Looking out for there
interest, calling making 
arrangements. Both men
were advised of what
they were getting involved
With. They choose...

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loveless marriage
      that's how it is, jump in the dark
         sans parachute...

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I
When one falls out of love / marriage, if there's respect enough to remain friends then LOVE has triumphed over evil.

II
I am in RSA, South...

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As I wash these dishes. 
I wash the wishes 
from these tired and ruined hands. 

I look out into the street 
with a thousand yard...

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and still she remembers that first sigh -
exhaling after breathing him in, the 
intoxicating him beside her, arms touching,
dust dancing in the air from his...

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Last dance! How special it would always be,
as I remember from days long ago,
at high school sock hops- was the best for me
when the DJ...

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Every summer Mother’s folks would take us to their cabin. ‘Twas neither big nor fancy. Had no furnace. No TV! 
The cistern pump beside the...

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