To you, my love, I solemnly swear I’ll never let another woman cut my hair
The glory of my gleaming dome belongs to you alone
And though objectively bereft I pledge to thee what I have left
For time’s a thief but life’s a gift
In return I stake my claim on your maturing thread veins
Your silver streaks
Your springing leaks
Whatever youth remains
You can keep my broken teeth: chipped enamel stripped beneath an acid bath of sweet release
I know the drill
I will prize you failing eyes, your pretty multiplying lines, your dress size as the numbers rise
I will
And oh, my sweet, I pledge to thee my alcohol dependancy
My laziness, my apathy, my temper
In exchange I claim your rage -
Mood swings worsening with age
Your questionable taste in television
The silence of our sulks
The woes of our lows
The violence of our collisions