An uneasy death
comes in seasons
when her fastidious soul
refuses sleep.
A long,
insidious death
kisses the last
colorless drool
suspended
on his lover’s lips.
Brief moments
of loneliness come
from thoughts swelling
in the invisible
darkness of night-
the dreary, lifeless,
uneven blackness
in the absence of light-
hearted matrimony.
Shawn R. Jones
Reprinted from Womb Rain
(Finishing Line Press, 2008)
A powerful message on poetic wheels. No marriage thrives under such circumstance and in this poem, you’ve highlighted this truth. Thanks for sharing this poem.
Thank you : )