After Many Years

A person is complicated
so two are even more
topsy turvy than soil
curvy tight than knots
almost unfollowable.

And in sweet bondage
such as in marriage
no dictionary could
list, enlist or distinguish
the fine grains of good.

My wife and I tremble
in tremors more subtle
depending on times
of day lean and long
each twitch newly novel.

We have more layers
than can be counted
or named with sounds
whose sounds can name
strands and transitions.

I used to be complex
and she was an enigma
alone before juxtaposing
and plexing our stigmas
and coupling our musings.

A joint beyond consumes
and redesigns daily
individually seen rooms
fashioning a more swirling
cloud of rooted blooms.

A person is complicated
so two are even more
topsy turvy than soil
curvy tight than knots
almost unfollowable.

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About mrsorenson

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One Response to After Many Years

  1. huzaifazoom says:

    Fusion is numinously chaotic; at the juxtaposition, possibility breathes.

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