A Married Couple

i can still see in your mean contortions the remnant struggle of a captive wind. it blows serenades and erotic reveries sings out stubbornly through utter hell. it's the intpereter, can't you hear? pining on wealth, on car, career i wish that i could know where you hid your porcelain heart to what intruder's manner do we owe our misconstrued maladies our trust? the wind caged by a think gravity carnivorous, voraciously hungry although my gaze droops wearily down and though our silent breakfasts resume expressionless know that trapped beneath fits of rage and spite a soul wants to drift ever higher escape this banality and take you with me