A Cursive Kiss
I'll marry you, if it's necessary,
if you keep insisting.
You can dress in white since that's
what you like to do.
A second virginity that you bought
from your Christian friends.
And I can get drunk at our wedding,
since that's what I like to do.
A progression, not a perfection, from
a twelve-step social program.
We'll stay like we stay until
we die, but I don't think it really makes
a difference. You throw the flowers,
not me, so I'll just send you off
with a cursive kiss.
Special Note: And that's exactly how I feel.