Husbands And Wives Poem by Raj Dronamraju

She was quietly sordid, her name was middle age
"You ought to make me clean" she volunteered
Always a different similarity
And that was how boredom ran the family through a mill

He was tight among the gin blossoms
Oh how he worshipped the juniper berry
Never the less clouded weekend
And that was how the days grew divided and were thinned out

Do you remember how we met?
That wasn't a moment of lightning lighted posterity
You make my flesh crawl
You torture time away from work

You've got to single me out once again in a rounded room
No corners in a rounded room, no front to hide behind
Just wet newly minted adults
Excited and afraid at the same time