Sunday, January 15, 2012

what happens when you reinhabit a body you used to own
but no longer remember
except for the soft squishy areas
where flesh and sinew
meet intimacy and nostalgia.
The words no longer aligning with the movement
so you make up for
lost time
lost fantasies
lost lovers.
I always thought we'd get married
or at least go through the actions
that marriage signifies:
an exchange of trust
a commitment to the longevity of the relationship
a reciprocated investment of time and energy
a walk through mid morning mist in the dusk of our lives
shared cook, cleans, and cuddles
wrestling in the sheets
a slow dance in silence
a fight over something remote.

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