no bells ringing
after we exchanged "I do's"
were the twain of us
joined truly into one?
for richer or for poorer?
in sickness and in
health?
then why can't you share
your toothbrush with me
and why do you have
to drink your dreams
on a separate glass cup?
far apart are we even before death
wide-dead is the space
within our bed
"I do's" metamorphosed into "I
don'ts"
sanctity asundered and
plundered.