the ills of marriage, but none of the fruit
the mundane, the insipid, the better left unsaid
tenderness, intimacy, joy
threadbare in the tedium of being
better to lie fallow
to await another season
I'm not actually sure if I believe the above,
But when I wrote it, it entertained me.
It was crazy.
It was looney.
It was wacky.
And radical.
I'm sure if I get laid soon,
I'll definitely have second thoughts about all this.
But since I wrote it,
And....