You my love are a garden
And I forbid the rustic foot of a man
To crush you
I lay stretched out on top of you
Collapsed in sunbeams
White picket fence
Blue summer dress
The endless love makers
Laureled by the praise of silence
As you look deeply into my eyes
Searching for the brilliance of the soul
Your hand in mine our breathing in sync
But this is not all there is to a marriage
Marriage is complex and frightening
Revelatory and restrained
You will have to show restraint that is
By human standards impossible
But we derive meaning from nothing
And nothing from meaning
Nothing is sacred only if you care
The duties are laid out before you
Like Leonardo Da Vinci’s The Last Supper
All is sacred and yet ostentatious
The virago burnt on the stake

-v.