Their Marriage: Phase 2
they sleep early
and wake up early
the splendor of odor
the magic of skin all gone
back to back with time
they have nothing to share
except their promise
to complete the journey of marriage
sailing on mutual affections of pity
and sympathy less the excitement
silence holding on to silence
love shrinking to its essence
understanding digs deeper
to souls intertwined longing
for that final resting place
the same God as their witness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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