I do. And I continue to.

[tom_sizemore]

The Marriage

I sleep with my Bible
on a short stack of books
next to my pillow.
So that the invisible part of me
can rest his head there.

On the bus tonight on the way to work
my belt is tight around my hips--
slightly uncomfortable.
The sting and pull of sleep deprivation
surrounds my eyes. My soul follows
on the roof of the bus,
a wisp of cloud in the night. A halo.
Up there overlapping with the souls
of other passengers.

When I speak to you,
the pauses, the gesture, the effort
is my body's.
My soul goes on ahead to work,
waiting for my body's arrival.
My soul is writing a poem.
Sex is of the body.
Monogamy's from the soul.

Nick Moore