i knew we should be married that night at the bar with your legs spread open and a thrusted arm agreeing with vengeance to another's opinion on the fit of your shirt and a smile my way as if it was something i hadn't known

I see now that you too appreciate the one cent rituals -

            the ones never to amount to          
            much , but take away an    
            inevitable alone.

Days I wake, wanting to be your wife-

take your clothes from the floor,
throw away your old food,

tell you I've got things to do as I kiss you good-bye, tip-toed,

while you fix your top button and I reach, arms bent, to your shoulders and wait til you're done with that **** button so you can wrap two hands round my waist to humor me with an open eyed peck to the side of wanton lips.

A heart beats fonder as you feel it -
in the voice of a distant dream,

that circles around a city
so familiar - and  yet

you never did realize  how deep its rain clouds cast their spell

May we not fall so fast

           ...or so slow...

as plucked leaves only land

     s
      o
       f
        t  
         l
          y

after a careless trip
through the wind

I wouldn't wish you upon my worst enemy

because I swear you could never handle

          your
              
                   self

Happy are the stars,
for only they can
light
a guiltless path
paved by those astray