Here I am half another year older but only a day or two wiser
With my glasses off I know the world plays by different rules
Distances look further away. Other senses don’t compensate
What I hear goes fuzzy, distorted; my steps exercise caution
Yet there are times when what I’m eating is so delicious
that I close my eyes while I chew, and drift into a fantasy
starring you at your best.
I’d thank you with roses and scotch
but, I know better.
Love and sex have a lot to do with marriage – though,
not always with each other. Marriage, an agreement recognized and established by the state to keep track of the patriarchal money trail, calls for powers of love (how else to endure its difficulties?), trade, family (possibly, but not always)
A compact between equals [at least one might argue that we’re all equals] entails agreeing to those vow(s) made. I’ll look in my bible to see where the marriage vows are presented, as some churches declare. To some marriage is between God, a man, and a woman. It’s been practiced by religion long before (they infer) it was codified by law. The marriage I speak of is a legal definition determined by the polis.
Relax. Nobody has to marry some one
of their own sex, some bodies can
if they want to.
Fertility Clinics, Adoption Agencies, Marriage Counselors, Divorce Lawyers, in this capitalistic country, all will remain busy. Score ten for the economy!