Lipstick

A Poem by Marshall

I could see plainly, that it was a gold embossed invitation
to taste the struggle to escape from the bondage
of marriage and grown up kids
and years in a sanctuary of vows controlled
by possessiveness and pain.

Yes, I wanted to kiss you too
but that would mean I would have to slip
out of this armour of similar façades
and run through all the same vows
that turned pages in my throbbing head:
infidelity this, infidelity that
and: remember we have partners!

Yet I was first to reach across these fragile
explanations and swing my arms
around your neck to draw your closer
to my pounding heart and pulse. The desire
broke every rule and shattered the
6th commandment into fragments of memory.

Just this once our eyes closed and lips locked
and we quietly left all our attachments and excuses
at the doorstep of destiny
and wondered what kind of chemistry
breaks us free from all the things
we swore should not happen
but did happen. Next ?