The Bewitched Man

 

My angel bride

awoke with a craving

Not for me of course

We don't do spontaneous sex

The fair enchantress

of my dreams

desired a cappuccino

at four in the morning

In this relationship

her every wish

no matter how insignificant

is my fervent command

Don't believe the marriage myth

that the give and take split

is always 50/50

So I leapt to my feet
and ventured out
into the cold darkness

to find an all night Starbucks
to satisfy her caffeine fix

Whenever I feel

the pangs of resentment

for being taken advantage of

I count my nuptial

better or worse blessings

True her love spell over me
can be a Hellish slavery
but damn my demanding wife
sure looks fine in black