#marital
I leaned into your lips
That first night, a single kiss
Became more, then more as
You allowed a little tongue.
I leaned into your hair-hidden ear,
Soft words whispered
Until you allowed yourself led
Our first time abed.
I leaned into your body
Of such a promised tall fit.
All those months, all those years
Yet passion never found.
I leaned into your shoulder
In that lounge of constant shade.
Again, again, said Chin Chin,
Made us nightly whole with Scotch.
I leaned into your craft,
Helped you draft, helped deliver
Of a Sunday morn your resume.
Your career lay just down our street.
I leaned into your pilgrimage,
The thousand mile visit
To desert retired parent survivors,
She of polio, he of that Japanese war prison.
I leaned into your little family,
One ******* one puritan, two bound only by only child.
I partook his love of solitude, of Anasazi ruins,
Of her I took her love of wine, of stories, of parties.
I leaned into your friendship,
You into mine,
Long after the marriage broke,
Long after I stole a drunkard’s wife.
I leaned into your childhood
Spent with both governor’s children
And “Uncle” Joe, early Helena dealer of tea,
There amidst your small town happiness.
I leaned into your VW Beetle,
Passenger to your stories of teenage drives
Up snowy hills, down the Gulch past Chinese eateries,
Whorehouses, back-room cards and political deals.
Until
I leaned into your death,
Planned your memorial with your best friend
Ruth who passed me a fat, sealed package
She found hidden in your home.
I leaned into your final words
For me never meant,
Head in hands wept not just tears
But yellowed strewn sheets of secrets,
Letters made lily pads of pain upon
The floor now deep with sorrow.
I leaned into your past…..again,
For one long night I read, I read, for long had
You written him, long had he written you,
GI and high school bride.
I leaned into the toilet bowl
Come morn, tried to ***** up the lies,
Purge myself of purgatory.
All day I tried to tear up
Those written snapshots of every date,
Every tux and gown from prom to wedding,
The apartment rented and
Joyously furnished awaiting his discharge.
I leaned into Ruth’s eyes,
Having said I must see you.
Coffee going cold, I asked
Did you know?
Her surprise genuine,
She said No, not at all, but
Mary Anne did tell me all about the marriage
Just before yours.
(The other marriage of which to me she had never spoken; were there more?)
I leaned into despair
Having ripped crime scene tape
From around your felony invention,
Your carefully crafted past.
I stood over the corpse of all our years,
That life kicked and stomped to death
In a dark back alley of my heart.
Half my life
I leaned into a long con.
Half my life
I leaned into you.
Half my life
You leaned away.
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 5:16 AM UTC
A FOREST encircles us,
'Round our merry abode
Just beyond the river
Where falls the Autumn leaves
Spirits sow and fret
About in the treeline yonder
They laugh and dance;
And snicker at our petty little abode
Every evening of this Autumn
Has been their grandest theatre
The woman with running mascara
And eyes damasked in red
The husband raises his voice,
Like the church's choir bells
He knows not what he wroughts
And only the Forest may ever know
Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 10:54 PM UTC
✈️
A slap on the tarmac, crisp and clear,
From Madame’s hand to France’s dear.
Not war, not scandal, nor fiscal gap
But history paused for a marital slap.
The cameras rolled, the world took note,
As dignity slipped from his tailored coat.
If kings once fell to sword and plot,
Now presidents blush, and say they “forgot.”
👋🏻
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 3:53 PM UTC
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so persever,
That when we live no more we may live ever.
ለውዱና ተናፋቂው ባለቤቴ
የሁለት አንድነት ካለ
ማን እንደኛ፣
ባል በሚስት ከተፈቀረ
በርግጠኝነት አንተነህ አንደኛ፡፡
በአባወራ፣
ሚስት አግኝታ ከሆነ ደስታ፣
እናንት ሴቶች ከሻታችሁ
ለመሆን አንደኛ፣ተወዳደሩኛ!
ለአንተ ፍቀር ቦታ የምቸረው፣
የወርቅ መአድን በእቅፉ
ከያዘው ሐብት በላይ ነው!
መች ይሔ ብቻ፣
አይበቃም ሁሉም ሐብት
እስከ ምስራቅ ዳርቻ፡፡
ፍቅሬን ወንዞች ጭምር
የሚያረኩት አይደለም
ያን ሊሞክሩም አይገባም
ያን ጥም የሚቆርጠው፣
ከአንተ የፍቀር ምንጭ
የሚፈሰው ነው!
እንገዲህ ፍቅርህ
ይሄን ይመስላል፣
ታዲያ ልከፍለው ከቶ
እንዴት ይቻለኛል ?
የላይኛው ጌታ፣
ሦስት እጥፍ
ይክፈልልኝ ውልታ፡!
በመሬት እስከአለን፣
እንኑር በፍቅር ተሰናኝተን፣
በሞት ድል ስንነሳ
ፍቅራችን ግዘፍ አንዲነሳ፡፡
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC
She is as bright
As the sun.
He is as mysterious
As the moon.
Together
They
Are
Unstoppable.
(p.p) 1/17/17 12:29am
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
Sister who conceived was thrown outta the nunnery
This disgrace fed the top feeds hence.
Shunning all her exemplary works at once.
But where did the well-read ladies lose reference?
THE BOOK had revealed it all right there,
But when history repeated itself...
with just a track from heaven missing
And so this mother raised a fatherless child.
But in history when the father was a Carpenter.
Here in time the father was a Father
Who continued to raise "patriarchy" on the altar!
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
She was in her heavy, heavy
Auspicious reds
On that cold winter's night,
When he arrived in white.
She stood shivering, dreaming
Of domestic bliss
And watching mindless films
On new couches with the plastic still on them
And pitter-pattering little feet.
She didn't know the names
Of some of the things she wanted
But she wanted them anyway.
All she got was barked orders
Of "have tea ready by 6 am sharp,"
And "you missed a spot."
And she is shackled
Under the weight
Of her oppressive reds.
She is scrubbing; she is trapped;
She lines her forehead every day,
Right where her hair is parted,
With the red of her blood
And devotion.
And he whispers to her
In the silence of the night that's on their shoulders by now
When they're at a traffic light,
Waiting on the blink,
"I'll send you a bill,
For each day and
night."
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 5:09 AM UTC
Jackie come sit with me
I have been waiting so long.
Come hold hands with me
Then I’ll know nothing is wrong.
I will try to do better this time.
Jackie please try not to be
Seethingly angry and snippy;
Completely ****** off at me.
I know I should have thought
Before I laughed loud like I did.
Now I wish I had closed my mouth
And had gone someplace and hid.
But, can’t you see that sometimes
Not laughing is quite a hurdle?
Especially the way you look when
You wiggle into your old girdle.
I’ve told you many times before
I prefer your body without one.
But you insist on wearing the thing
And won’t quit until you are done.
So, that’s all fine and very good
If I am not in the room with you.
You insist on dressing in front of me
And you can’t claim you never knew.
Because I giggle and laugh at it
Every time because it is funny
And I can’t help myself, even though
I know your mood won’t be sunny.
Telling you I have never liked girdles
Or things like those awful ***** hose
Doesn’t seem to mean a thing to you
So, that’s just how it all goes.
Every time you put that thing on
And when I laugh you get mad.
And I am ashamed to admit it
But it’s the best time we ever had.
You wiggle and I giggle, and then
You finally get it on and glare at me.
It makes no sense that you insist
On forgetting our marital history.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 5:28 AM UTC
It’s about my husband Alex,
He’s a truly wonderful man
But I fear Alex has gone
For a trip to Wonderland.
He works hard, and long
But lost some of his grip
On reality as it really is
And seems to be on a trip.
Ice trays that fill themselves,
Self-closing cupboard doors,
And magic laundry chutes
That puts clothes back in drawers
Ketchup bottles with 1/10th ounce
And leftovers never consumed.
And of course automobiles
Driven but never get tuned.
In Alex’s fantasyland
He lives across a chasm
Where only he gets hungry
Or gets to have an ******
He doesn’t answer doorbells
Or incoming calls on the phone.
And, when he’s watching games
He is demands to be left alone.
Presents given out by him
In his fairy tale existence
Are often gift certificates
After a round of insistence.
And, don’t ask my husband
For the date of our anniversary
Or the dates our children
Showed up in the nursery.
I am only mentioning all this
Because I totally understand.
I have read quite a few books.
I have been to Disneyland.
But what I don’t understand
And can’t get into my head
Is why he hasn’t heard me yet,
Or a ****** word I have said.
It isn’t like I haven’t complained
Or told him what I wanted.
But he looks around like maybe
He thinks the house is haunted,
Because he is hearing voices
That he can’t quite understand.
See? What did I tell you?
Alex lives in Wonderland!
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 7:30 PM UTC
I used to like you when you were dumb.
Then you smartened up and it pains me some.
You question almost everything I say.
You use these big words almost every day.
You really are making my brain cells hum.
You used to be **** when you talked.
You had this trampy twist in the way you walked.
You did everything I told you to do.
Now you want to try things that are new.
And at that, baby, I just have to balk.
I really do prefer the way you used to be.
You made sure to do things that pleased me.
Dinner was always right on time,
And serving leftovers was a crime.
Now meals are not the way they should be.
I used to be breadwinner around here.
That was one thing that was totally clear.
I gave you a weekly allowance to spend.
None of this going out for drinks with friends,
Now you have a job and sometimes you’re not here.
I think the cause of this is all this reading.
You think you’re getting smart is misleading.
You are getting a different attitude
And I think a lot of them are rude.
There are some basic truths you aren’t heeding.
So you should put the Bible on your list.
As a matter of fact, I really do insist.
It tells you I am the important one
And you are just a planet to my sun.
So it isn’t God’s will that you resist.
Brent Kincaid
4/24/2015
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC