The Wedding Morn

The Wedding
Morn

I wonder what he'll be like in
bed,
Now that we're married?
Will it be the same
slow fuck,
That we've laid each other back
With
lately? Or a return
To the energy of former days;

With fevered flesh and skimpy clothes, torn
Off
each other, in those hungriest of lays.

Will I end
up lying there,
Reading about the orgasmic male?
As
my man puffs and stutters,
Fit for a guest appearance,

On the mortuary slab, before
I so much as sigh or
flick
A page in search of the perfect lover?


And will he still have life enough to say,

(In the event of a passionate lay);
'And now will
you do the washing up?'
Or is married life one long boring
fuck?



Date mostly written: 1983