An Ocean Of Culture Between Us - Poem by Tyler Martin
The sequence of a love affair is not
To be ignored: Events out of order
Create a chaos bound to rankle thought
And drive participants to their corners.
At first, our friends decide to vote on if
Their candidate has all the requisites
Required of their two respective parties:
When both vote yes, campaigning's done. Now starts
Fulfillment of the promise which they see
In one another's bodies: Hugs get longer,
Until the night his lips reach out to kiss,
And he must tuck his raging boner up.
But no one's thinking of the L word yet—
Had to see about electricity
First. Now they know they have it, and now they'll
use it. Get to know each other later,
If ever they succumb to the ho-hum
Of no longer being mutually impressed.
I doubt they make it very far—In fact,
The finish line is visible from where
They started. Let us see if they slow down
To make it last a little longer than
The last one did, because they're not as young
As once they were. And even though her life
Is cursed, she wonders if the Lord gave her
A husband He would take too soon and then
A lover who cannot commit for shit
Because it's part of His big plan for her.
A scary moment in the park: Her eyes
Found his and lit a spark the wind could not
Blow out. But then she rambled on and on
About an ex, and soon his mood went south.
And soon his fears of falling hard were quelled:
She spoke too much about male foreign friends.
So came the day when they went cycling, and
So came the thought into his head: That's it.
But did he mention anything about
His feelings then? Of course not. Cowardly,
Yes, but to him, if something must be said,
It's merely stuffing pulled out from his head.
He did what all the heartless monsters do,
And let inaction take its daily toll.
But little did he realize that she
Was also quite relieved to let it go!
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