[asylum]

sunshine lights up the dust swirling around two lovers who fell into lust
their fingers traced the scene unfolding across their skins
soon holding pieces of themselves away while asking all the other’d give
“you’re the one for me darling,” banter only lasted for weeks
Before the giant ring with rubies matched the hue of her cheeks
She’d flash it as she reached to pay her bartenders
Searching wide and far for friends while her husband made the rounds
And acted the part for his friends when the family came to town
But solid grounds hard to find in a world of slippery slopes
With feet firmly planted, his secretary moans in withering notes
And that’s the way a modern marriage typically goes