What i fear about marriage

Wat will happen to
my collection of beloved books
when i get married?
Will i cart my heavy mahogany bookcase all the way?
Will my new rom have room for it?

If not,
WIll my husband consent to make room
among his oviously numerous books,
for my favorite book, at least
(he might, until  he hears that its a seven-book series)

Lucky boys who get to keep all their stuff

The place of escape

Whatever house I may live in
- full of whichever kind of
  smells, tangles, persons

Whatever city I may travel in
and embrace its dust and grime

The temple that I worship at
- the place of mystery, awe, wonder, transcendance
will always be your heart

i will

be the embrace that keeps you warm
be the kiss that wakes you up
watch your face as you smile

i will have you know

that you  do not bring me pain
but love, only love

fears

not wanting to talk about your stories
because someone else will come along
n say something more touching
n make ur story look pale in comparison

The shackle called marriage

Where goes the desire for intimacy
After you are no longer attracted to
The only person
That you are allowed to share a bed with?

Anger?
Pettiness?
Depression?
Moral high ground?
High sounding morality strictly applied to rest of society?

(if only we were free to seek what we wanted
Maybe we would have less grumpy middle aged people)

And wonders why

The generation that took its relationships
For granted
Watches
As years of accumulated unkindness
And negligence
Razes their relationship down