O, the puzzling wedding ring
clinging to the finger of an actively
unattractive woman … a comical kiss
distorts her face. An unfilmable lust
caresses her lumps, knocks her poorly
chosen glasses off. That inscrutable husband
tugs at this mossy sweater he bought her
(which doesn’t compliment her mottled skin),
and when its too-tight neck releases
her chins, her goofy earrings
sway like tiny tree swings.
I cannot imagine the dreamy smile
that splits her enormous face
as her husband sneaks his ring fingertip
through her thin, dry lips to nuzzle
her eager salamander tongue, his free hand
slipping through her frayed hair
to find that familiar flat spot
on the back of her skull,
which formed in her crib, back
when she was an ugly baby
made and fed
by love.
O, love…