And so, it’s done!

I never would have married you if I'd known

of voices and silhouettes, whose footfalls

rose from silence, spreading through the walls

seeking for me in remotest recesses of my hiding

I could be far away from your sight, 

nor spend an hour 

in the occupation of my choosing

you crawl, bearing yourself

in expeditious velocity

your brow bedewed with libidinous imaginings

in the costume of love, tenderness and care,

you masqueraded your impetuous ways

and dragged me giddy to the sacredness of the altar

I said yes, yet my joy was but for a moment

two weeks into it, your rage

flew over me like a dragon

then doused by sweet kisses and tongue

the days of regret are past,

it must be done now, it must be over

forever I reproach the evil

beneath your agreeable assurances

and at finding your illimitable designs

to pin me down into a domestic mouse,

more and more, that I yearned

to tear myself from your vehement grip

I need hardly explain furthermore

and so, it's done!