Monday, July 19, 2010
gray woolen socks, cotton shorts
silken designer ties from Nordstrom's
these incidentals, your incidentals filled
the cedar lined mahogany
chest of draws
"Texture," you said to me, "our marriage
you know taste...." you paused
"Wait, I will finish for you,
our marriage lacks testicles." I said.
" You know, it lacks balls! " I continued, "Well, you can
take your fine uptown words like,
texture and taste and wipe them up with your fine,
and virgin wool suits.
..and just give me..."
Grabbing me, we fell to the bed
I could feel his steel blue eyes
I added, "Now that is texture, now
that is the man I married.."