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PoeticSilence · 08-25-2013, 12:42 PM

Something I found ridiculously beautiful:

THE END
by Victoria Redel

At the end of the marriage they lay down on their big, exhausted bed.
It was crowded with all the men and women they had ever loved.

Of course their fathers and mothers were there and a boy in uniform
she'd kissed on a stairwell. His first wife spooned her first husband.

Ridiculous Affair held hands with Stupendous Infatuation.
There was a racket of dreaming and, though both were tired

from the difficult end and in need of sleep, neither could sleep,
so they began telling each other the long, good story of their love.

She was wearing the red dress. The white boat hitched to the wood dock
filled with rainwater. The swans were again teaching the young to fly.

The story went out to nice dinners, took summer holidays, and by the time
they were done, the old loves rolled over in a jumble on the floor,

and, because this is what they knew to do well with one another,
they made love, and then without thinking it was the last time, said,

I love you, and fell asleep under the heavy, blue coverlet.

"The End" by Victoria Redel, from Woman Without Umbrella. © Four Way Books, 2012. Reprinted with without permission

08-25-2013, 12:42 PM	#11
PoeticSilence Member How Do You Identify?: dodges labels Relationship Status: Estranged Join Date: Jul 2013 Location: Midwest Posts: 454 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 3 Thanked 919 Times in 277 Posts Rep Power: 10661585	Something I found ridiculously beautiful: THE END by Victoria Redel At the end of the marriage they lay down on their big, exhausted bed. It was crowded with all the men and women they had ever loved. Of course their fathers and mothers were there and a boy in uniform she'd kissed on a stairwell. His first wife spooned her first husband. Ridiculous Affair held hands with Stupendous Infatuation. There was a racket of dreaming and, though both were tired from the difficult end and in need of sleep, neither could sleep, so they began telling each other the long, good story of their love. She was wearing the red dress. The white boat hitched to the wood dock filled with rainwater. The swans were again teaching the young to fly. The story went out to nice dinners, took summer holidays, and by the time they were done, the old loves rolled over in a jumble on the floor, and, because this is what they knew to do well with one another, they made love, and then without thinking it was the last time, said, I love you, and fell asleep under the heavy, blue coverlet. "The End" by Victoria Redel, from Woman Without Umbrella. © Four Way Books, 2012. Reprinted with without permission __________________ Love is all you need.