Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i remember that moment
after the vows and the sex is kinda regular
how ice cream and sex toys are what is left
of some fucking holy matrimony
of adultry, lust, lying and cheating
in God we trust letz do it again, go to church on sunday- and then well never get to fuck- because they start talking shit about the flesh-baby my flesh is sweet-after you worked the juice of his soul for money
now he has to take viagra- fuck that done honey fucking being married done staring at the cieling and blowing smoke rings or watching far too much bad television,
just wanting to escape
there is no way out but out
after the fucking is gone
all that talk of love and commitment
was a sales pitch most commonly used by used car salesmen
or prostitutes in honolulu
i missed the excitement
i was married too much too long

Strong and powerful poem.

the power in the candor here is riveting.....this is the way we heal....we initially get angry and bellow to the rooftops...step one....

I like your approach from the sex perspective, as the defining element to separate the good from the bad.....a natural.......

the used car salesman metaphor is particularly vivid, thanx for sharing this

this is very powerful honest work which the reader can't help but believe comes from someone that has really been there

peace, Steve

Yeah, csoul, my only reservation is the fact that I haven't hit my first anniversary yet. Say it ain't so, Soul, say it ain't so!

But more seriously, the passion and the strength of this piece is palpable...and the whole verse comes out in one sighed breath when I read it out loud. Well written writing.

Happens too often. Takes work to keep the fire alive. Vividly descriptive passionate piece.

all work and no play makes a woman very bitchy

all work and no play makes a woman very bitchy

LOL!!.... no doubt! too funny!

i guess the tale of four husbands would make a good write---

i love this ---

i love that i have known
a love long term
half my life
as the sex...
it was never wanting
but that was the problem
its hard to leave
when it feels so good
but you have no respect
for the person that gives it to you

we just kept destroying each other for years
because of physical friendliness, whilst having
insurmountable emotional baggage

i might trade all that for some love- some day

i know that for me- i have had it with the power struggle- men do not like it when you have more manna and sexual capacity then they do- the love i seek has a mutual respect and compromises- not leave me alone until i want you- or i love you because i am comfortable
i somehow think no one has the ability to know
love
for longer than it was supposed to last
the profile of love is rather mysterious
when love is good
the rest of it lives on in your heart
even after they die
that love never goes away

i know that for me- i have had it with the power struggle- men do not like it when you have more manna and sexual capacity then they do- the love i seek has a mutual respect and compromises- not leave me alone until i want you- or i love you because i am comfortable
i somehow think no one has the ability to know
love
for longer than it was supposed to last
the profile of love is rather mysterious
when love is good
the rest of it lives on in your heart
even after they die
that love never goes away