The marriage lasted,
lilies opening
year after year
in a fishbowl vase,
the water somehow staying clear.
A man and a woman
stare straight through each other
while f ucking
Above them the angels watch,
they are perfect, Picasso mouths parting
as if are singing softly
The man and woman don’t notice.
They fade, slowly, willingly,
moving into each other
And the angels, at last,
fold their wings
and drop toward them
falling stars.
