You & I
we’ve gone there
a million and eleven times.
On again, off again, on again, off again,
on again…

Lord- and everyone who knows us- knows
it’s a good thing we’re never in mood
and location mutually simultaneous.

Otherwise,
there’d be wedding bells, birdseed
because neither of us wants birds to explode
just so our marriage can be blessed,
and we know pronounce wife and wife.

Nuptial night
followed by interfaith annulment seeking
next morning.