The Temporary Couple

They rode in that lift,
on their mirror-checked trip,
to the honeymoon suite,
but not to sleep;

this temporary couple,
married, untroubled,
by the weight on fingers
of their wedding rings:

Bar-acquaintance, to this,
their lift-locked kiss,
divorcing the guilt
to succeed.

Mike Bell Poetry

Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one at a time, and then take a nap. By then he should be about 85 years old and have out-gunned PD, dementia, and the end of days. Possibly. Before the floods and fires. Mike Bell is found working for money as a freelance set designer.

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