Wedlock

She sprawls along the bed as I search--
search--and search--

past the small purchasable plastic packages. 

Reaching, till my fingers trace the bottles edge.

The cool condensation refreshing as it drips down

low between my fingers.

She fidgets her fingers and taps them along her sides again--

again--and again--

till the thumping sounds like throbbing thunderous torment. 

Grating, till my fingers wrap around the glass.   

One big gulp and the bottle’s done.
Slips through the fingers and drops

She picks at her dress and sighs--

sighs--and sighs

while waiting for my wobbly return.

Expecting, till my fingers peal away the white dress

Ah, ah, ahh--

and ahh, alright we’re done.

She rolls over and talks--

talks--and talks--

till the sound seems searing and sharp

Wanting, till my fingers tangle with hers 

Silence filters out and soon she drifts away in sleep.

The ring on my finger heavy and anchored. 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Silence filters out and soon
she drifts away in sleep.
A nice write.

[pinpen]

such depth in this write, so emotional it tugged at me. Nice write