Portrait of a Marriage as a Young Learning Experience

Love's smoky leftovers include a few rosy memories but mostly not,
And that's ok because undiluted joy would be the end of history.
Surely we sipped the stars as one, surely we learned to compromise.
But amid a mad hattering of images one stands out: you frowning
And naked in the kitchen, stuffing the fuck out of the flowers into
The pot till all the petals brown and die after a day of such intimacy.
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