Back Alley Ways by Leigh Binder

by_SilPuppet

BACK ALLEY WAYS

I wanted to love her classically
Like a rhymed couplet by Rumi
Or a staggering poem by Rimbaud

But I’m impaired

So one day I told my wife
“I just fucking love you!”

She reminded me that vulgarity
Makes one seem to have a lazy mind
Not to mention
Lacking in the social graces

I thought she knew that about me

We come from different worlds
It’s reflected in our written words
In our beings
We are a strange contradiction
That works despite statistics

But I pissed her off one day
Something about ideology
And she said it

Sadly, without a witness other than moi
But I heard it loud and clear

“Just…just…oh…just, Oh-FUCK YOU!!”

I laughed so hard I almost teared
It was beautiful
Wrapped up in a shiny box of frustration
Her fury subsided with my smile

So I reiterated
“God, I fucking love you!”

Her pale skin flushed in pomegranate
A small refined hand against her lips
She giggled and ran out the door

Late for Academia
And the lofty world of perfection

I sat on the couch fully aware
The lowly effort of bringing her down
To my back alley ways..

Was akin to spray painting graffiti
On a masterpiece

Poet Leigh Binder

http://bindo.wordpress.com/

Tags: Leigh Binder, Marriage, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Rumi

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