We stood in apprehension, half-given

Smiles, with our rosen cheeks against the pale

Light slicing through the thinly veiled window

So, Have you ever done this before? No.

We draped ourselves for mutual scrutiny

Nervous spots and standing hairs spoke for us,

What use are our words when God gave us hands?

Clever? Was that clever? Why try to be?

You can't live with them, can't live without them,

With two hands, one heart, and chattering teeth,

Wondering what you are like underneath,

I'm sorry, but what is your name again?

Darling? Love? No, they are dusty, old words

Not spoken now, nor at all anymore.

But the conjugal pursuit continues

Who am I kidding, there is nothing

Romantic about this.