What Did You Say?

did you say that you married for the wrong reasons?
he, for his handsome face and bulging muscles
beneath that corduroy pants, her pleasure
she, for her delicate curves and porcelain skin
and silky hair, his heaven

and the days of marriage drag like someone so heavy
and sickly is carried away at bay,

conversations lapse, and caresses become boring,
and sleeping together has become nothing but routine

review what was there, each moment, each time of togetherness,
my oh my, both of you smile, feeling so happy...forever?

'this is marriage', you say it. You must say it again.
a happy marriage, because there is no other option, no choice.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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