#443 - some fantasy of not my fault

 

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some fantasy of not my fault

 

to speke of wo that is in mariage

           –  Wife of Bath

 

 

it’s always this way with a conquest

even flowers first

the inevitable

 

territory over flesh

unhappily here

but mustn’t wake them

 

duty, as in a war

stroke this

 

you don’t want to wear that out

you don’t want to go

this is what’s deserved

 

tender lies livid

a touch too much

be mine

and promise

 

stairs falls on me again again

cupboards attack

tread eggshells

hate to live in a bottle

hate it when the well deep’s dry

 

you know once were allowed expected

this way till

 

were all good then the luck run out

and still you’ll be my mirror

the miracle of love

 

punching bag for the birthday

or stand there

in the good old days

 

needn’t leave bruises or scars

it’s the invisible damage that lasts

love that can’t be told

 

just a little wrestle starts

and something breaks

was ever thus

 

but for the grace

of you disgust me

hate myself as much as well

then I was provoked

 

… will be boys

call it a disagreement

wink at the doctor too

the bible tells me so

 

not under your bed

but in it

through now a nightmare

 

round, round we go

this has been called marriage

these are the marriage blows

 

make up

lay it thick

 

say okay

and promise last time

say never and never again

 

a game

and headsup kiddies watching

it’s blame and catch your breath

 

now here come the blunt objects once more

things thrown

for a smash

here come the fists of love

 

it’s always the easiest thing to say

open your eyes

and just go

 

pick at this one loose thread

you’ll be found out

 

don’t set him off

them it

the flowers the cards

the history

vows

 

never forget

never go back

 

but seven times is the spell they say

you’re never the same again

 

just ask yourself

but won’t you –

who mustn’t tell

and why

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