A Piece of Tin

Its like we are infants again,

Crying at trivialities again

Sitting in cots and prams 

and bungee door framed hangers again.

We’ve seen the kid across the playground

Toy in hand spinning around and around, 

And so we wail and scream 

until we have what they did.

And when we do 

we place it down and forget about it, 

Like we never needed it, 

Or never wanted it, 

Just because the others had it. 

I don’t need a piece of tin 

Surrounding sticks of skin

That makes a vow 

held in this beating muscle. 

And I don’t need a contract

Pen to paper signed by both

With ink stains proving love

And I don’t need a wedding cake

or train or veil, 

to make the bedroom hotter 

Skin on skin and fire

one thousand degrees and climbing.

I don’t need to kiss you in an aisle

or a church, to make my hugs feel tighter

Make your heart feel lighter,

Make your smile brighter. 

I don’t need a maid of honor, 

best man, bridesmaid, priest or father 

holding back the tears 

to make me show my love 

will last for years and more. 

If I love you truly, and my heart is solid

then while couples wed in chapels of gold 

I will hold you, and love you.

Be with you, treat you, give you all I can.

Live with you, breath with you, fight with you.

I don’t need a piece of tin 

Surrounding sticks of skin

To prove or say I love you truly and that I can.