This is the blood and marrow
marriage bequeathes, my beloved, to me.
This second-best bed where we undress our
superlatives and suppress our lustre.
This spiral of consuming concession
coiled to crumble all our couples' cares.
Watch our dreams diminish to dust
and debt and disappointment.
This is the silvered brow-sweat
borne of weathered working days,
worth its weight in succour.
Sterling currency sold eagerly
for sweet soft-spoken sibilance
hissed toocloseto slick skin.
©sweepingly
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