I, as a bystander witnessed you bustling
in the whirlwind of social vows.
Intersection of our eyes had you piercing
into mine with such indemnity, fuse
of our anthem was fixed on parchment
of this pledge, composing our quodlibet.
Coupling needs another acoustic.
Evaluating emotional postmortems are akin
to moping about not snagging one more portion
of entremets at the previous night’s wing-ding.
Palilogy of pleasure is for some.
I have lived with varmints.