On Married Love

by Jeffrey Burghauser (June 2019)

Wedded, Frederic Leighton, 1882

 

for M.C.L.

On the Gulf of Aqaba’s

Swelter-fastened southern flange,

Twisted all my mind until

I was someone seeing Saint

Valentine’s Day solemnized

At the gold Sheldonian.

I remember ivory

Men in tailored formalwear

Passing through those burnished doors

Nameless with their weightless dates—

Nameless nymphen nonchalant,

Dripping silk from their physiques.

Each admitted in her hand

A specific, long-stemmed rose.

 

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Fancy easily supplies

Pseudo-substance of this sort.

No one can anatomize,

Blush-with-pigment, and report

Real Arcadia as well

As they can a throbbing Hell.

 

Thank you for the quiet We—

The unmappably exact,

Adjective-repellent fact

That instantiates no less

Than a human happiness.
 

 

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