Loving My Husband Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Loving my husband

I promised to love
Honor, and
Cherish the
Face of a man.
Doubt crunched into
Rice
When the sweet rain came
As night hunger curled
Deeper than a plundering
Curve. Secrets were
Promised me by a black book
Crumbled into ashes
By age, and lies given
When I wasn’t old enough
To blink,
Disappearing into the darkness-
Only blue clouds spoke.
My breath disappears into a
Promised circle, magical and
Deep like a kiss
Blown into glass.