Marianne LaValle Vincent

Great Pretenders

As she
Sleeps
On pillows of perfection
Wrapped in blankets of
Innocence
We
Pretend bliss and
Disguise the
Dysfunction
Of a union
Doomed to crumble
Yet we continue the
Façade
Leaning on yesterday
Blaming
Her
For the glue
That holds the shattered pieces
Together
And I watch the strawberry blonde
Progeny
Smile in her dream
Full of promise and faith
And I am momentarily
Jealous
Of her future and her
Posterity
So unspoiled and auspicious
And still
So trusting
I return to the room
That beds the marriage
Of her creation
Knowing I can never leave
Her
Never destroy the
Bond
Or force her to choose
Just one
Again I enter the sleepless night
Entwined in the frigid arms of destiny
While she sleeps
On a bed made of glass

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