There is a couple named Adan and Evelyn
wisened and married in their life’s middle,
succinct from a decade of devout monogamy-
Evelyn says i would like to open the marriage
don't doubt i love you, baby, of course, it’s not about you at all...
Wisely taming his jealousy, Adan can still prioritize-
Never Ever losing Evelyn over petty possessiveness
he says to her OK, but it has been a while for me
and you know I have always been... shy. at first….
The first night of OPEN she comes home tinged
she holds Adan, kissing him bubbly like their third date
though truly lip grasping onto the earlier evening stubbled lips
Adan’s first partner was attractive and attracted
they kissed statistically and he gave her his tongue
because he was, as expected, limp-
Adan breaks a baker’s dozen of wagon riding next
slowly swallowing her tart shelved whiskey
porously radiant, he fucks her without cumming,
hours submerged in his tainted sweat-
Evelyn comes home after a new lover
The woman taunted Evelyn in rope bondage,
she squealed all night, hoarse and sore
from her rope swing, too tired to smell the alcohol
on her alcoholic husband’s breath- Evelyn sees Rope Woman again-
Adan hydrates in vodka and sniffs frosty
impotent caterpillars off a punk pinkish haired bodysearching her o’keefe with his long fingers... too hyperstatic to relax and allow blood to rush south and stiffen-
NOW
Adan was silently fearful of his wife leaving him
but re-incarnated, he has found a new faithful romance
in Ms. (diacetyl)M- the dizzy dim drowsiness
Twinkling powdered Beige...
Adan divorces Evelyn of thirteen years arms bruised and red peppered, he sinks into Beige
Evelyn is devastated, broken, vacantyes she enjoyed her casual sex, the youthful adrenaline
she knows any supportive words loses to his resistance
… but there was Never any resemblance of her Adan’s pure embrace.
teeh arr you eeh ell ohh vee eeh
(Like a Bulgakov story, the funeral was foggy)