Dagger

Love and marriage in the Age of Aquarius

All of our dances
Are little romances
Each move nothing less
Than simulated sex.

Every one of your gyrations
Is a little flirtation
Every little smile;
A device of your wiles.

My self-control withers
Before your come-hithers
Your every glance a temptation,
A tantalization…

Drenched in alcoholic showers,
This wedding of ours;
The courtship of the dance floor
Left me with my pants sore
We got married at the bar -
Our vows a hazy slur -
Joined by the reverend bartender
In between shots of jäger
Attended by clouds of kush, and mushrooms;
And consummated in the bathroom.
Honeymooned back at the bar
And then we blacked out in the car…
The stars fade above us;
And Tomorrow soon comes calling
At midnight - fawning lovers:
Strangers in the morning.

Your face is like the moon;
So mesmerizing at midnight!
But when the crack of dawn brings daybreak -
So unremarkable a sight!
The sunrise brings remorse,
Tomorrow brings divorce -
And you can keep the kids -
I can’t wait to drop you off
And then get home and wash you off…

…but now the moon is out again
And I’m out wherever’s happening
So I spot this lovely little thing
Dancing all by herself.
She whispers “Let’s get drunk!”
While she’s grinding on my junk
And just like that - with some Dutch courage
I’m on my second marriage…

One day I’ll wonder where my youth went.

Reviews

[Edmund S. Obumba]

always a great read from you .
compliments are an understatement.

[M.Babu]

You had me with this one.
Very interesting read, the metaphors are in plain sight but well threaded. Very comical...enjoyed the heck out of this.
~M.Babu~