Surely the Remedy for a Failing Marriage?

My alchemical form so unlike my lithe whilom self,
A gest of surprisingly aoristic proportions undertaken,
I can hardly wait for my consanguineous lilliputian to awaken.

I emend
Earlier transgressions, demotic choices,
Of vinosity, gluttony, acedia; no longer avaricious,
Marking time until I meet my bijou delicious.

De rigueur,
He or she will descend in nacreous, hallowed glory,
The opposite of a bonanza, but a mithridate all the same;
Blithe, nitid, zaftig, bringing only weal--absolutely hunky dory.

The End

60 comments about this poem Feed