Love: A temporary Insanity cured by marriage.
--Ambrose Bierce
--Ambrose Bierce
Love, a four lettered word that drives out another four lettered word when that four letter word lead to a finalizing four letter word – LOCK, as in wed-lock.
Now the driven out four letter word, I’ll leave to your imagination.
Imagination is the part that can become detached from the driven out four letter word,
when “love”,
our fiery four letter word
gets stabilized and secured and
so-dulled by that finalizing four letter word.
If love is insanity
then our driven out four letter word,
or rather the feverish passionate act of that word
is a mad man’s cadence.
That finalizing four letter word is the breath thereafter.
Not that intoxicating
barely breathing breath
that stoge in the mouth
reach for the lighter
eyes glazed over
click click kshhh -- cigarette lit
inhale slow
– imagination of the moment’s sweaty predecessor – breath.
But the one with bills and kids and yeah – we’re married.
Take a breath.
Love
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