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The Marrying Kind

you need each other like a vampire needs blood
you've always loved her ass
those long legs
unexpected arguments
the word no
fantasies of make up sex
make up sex

late night sneaking farts
off spring
springing
debt and drudgery
till half dead
weight gain from a sagging liver
and retching love

labyrinth's of desire and anger
divorce; the sword of Damocles
a mad hatter chandelier

seeing stupid through her eyes
my face like a vitrine of broken masks
the way she looks in floppy slippers
or dressed up in black and pearls

snoring with a gaping mouth
of floating spirits in intricate patterns
of darkness made of nothing

making believe your with someone else
sex fantasies I've never spoken of
in sultry dioramas of glistening leg shows
mosaic starred
baiting Shanghai nights

on my knees again
eating thorns
and she is more adorable than the rumba
a hot arsonist setting me on fire
canopy of flowers
golden apples and blood
pouring down shade sun and rain

decades of the same sentences
and the same dead sea silences
in claustrophobic tangles
of devotion

seeing who dies first
and left desolate;
with a legacy of remembrance
that chews like a moth to cloth
lantern of vapors; weeping
flicker heart

it beats the hell out of being alone
at the end I go back to the beginning

the marrying kind

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so full of euphoniums and metaphor, that it doesn't mean what I think it does; or it means exactly what it says. That the voice is satisfied to stay where they are; with the memories of youth and the security of a decades old relationship. ~ Geezer.
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man you have really done a nice work for so many couples living through the decades together.
It becomes a habit, "like saccharine" as Paul Simon wrote.
The poem is very intimate to your feelings, hiding your impulses yet staying around because...because...as the years pass people gain weight, wonder who'll die first. Most women are pretty bored by sex after 65, their mates ready as a stud in heat at all times...something about devotion, compassion...very well done poem, very cathartic.

Please cut the first line...the poem is so grounded in the real, i would not introduce it by an occult metaphor. start with

"you've always loved her ass
those long legs
unexpected arguments...

Dude, that gets us right into it. Pow!

Mark

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

I see what your saying about the first line …..will consider carefully and thank you for the comments
Always appreciated !!!

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who loves vampires, I would vote to keep the first line. But I think that either way, it's still one hell of a poem. ~ Geezer.
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I love vampires
I appreciate Marks formal sensibility but personally I like the quirk and I think it speaks to the addictive attachment of marriage Being alone is as desolating as a vampire with out a delicious tender throat for snacks ;)

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The way the poem describes the relationship is really gutsy and those of us in similar situations, which is probably all of us if you somehow stayed married...it’s amazingly universal and personal at the same time. The inevitable resigning and renewal of every day..
Curious how women will take the poem. Hopefully with the same compassion underlying the poem

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

Thank you Mark
My wife, my girl friend and all the other little marrieds whos husbands lost interest I talk to liked its sentiment :)
But I don't know about most women :*%@^%!(< ;))))))))

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The way the poem describes the relationship is really gutsy and those of us in similar situations, which is probably all of us if you somehow stayed married...it’s amazingly universal and personal at the same time. The inevitable resigning and renewal of every day..
Curious how women will take the poem. Hopefully with the same compassion underlying the poem

Eumolpus
I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
ee cummings

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