Don’t drag your dirt over my doorstep

She married a guy
who was finished
with 23
he had a nice job
a nice deliberately minimalist room
no leftover dreams
just time and money
and a role in his life to fill.
She wanted to be conquered
taken
in a bathroom stall;
on a vacation trip;
in a opera hall
out in fancy dresses
and there was me
who paid no taxes
and who knew no days
on which he didn’t feel desperate.
Were you ever part
of an explosive mixture,
an cocktail of  TNT?
When certain elements
get together
there is no stopping them.
And I was supposed to put
our hearts on a scale
and balance them out with a feather;
with this in mind:
did I pluck that dress
off your skin
or did I rip your wings out?

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