Marriage 1

Doors that hang on one hot hinge, and yet they keep from slamming.
Doors that open in more than two directions, and are made of you.
Men say what they say to their wives because they love them.
They say wait, but they're wrong, they mean now. They mean you've
       waited until now.
Compasses are big because they were made to be read.
I knew just east of you. I knew west of you too but didn't listen.
You were young once. You were open to watching the same movies
       over
and were the same when I opened my eyes.
Doors that are answers, doors set inside their own sliding.
But what is life if it isn't someone whose agreed to your shared
       escape.
We were young together once. We were given what we were worth
       finally
and won't let go.


Read the original: April 5, 2005