What Is This Thing Poem by Ray Anyasi

What is this thing? Are we married or not?
Only a nuptial bond will make meaning.
Yet passion binds us to uncertain lot.
Make us husband and wife or we're nothing.

Potential wife she is in all man's plot,
But she's my girlfriend, my virtual wife hand.
She said she'd be mine. Lie or truth, I bought.
I won't bank till you take my wedding band.

A potential husband in all girl's plot.
Yet he's my boyfriend, my virtual husband.
He said he'll keep me. Lie or truth, I bought.
I won't trust till I have your wedding band.

This thing binds us in endless sexual rot.
What is this thing? Are we married or not?