dinner-dates & nights spent dancing
[ in both vertical & horizontal
sweat ]
flowers & gifts to speak in place of words,
when he could not.
two diamond rings -
one a promise made
another kept,
as white wedding dollars
spin themselves dry with
her tears
...
years & children later,
he frequents rooms for
frenzy & fuck ...
puzzles at how a wife's
scream
justifies itself,
[ as she rails against bastard-men &
whores - before summoning her lawyer
& missing the irony. ]
when all he ever knew
was how to buy women [ wives included ]
& he smiles knowingly, thinking -
at least the whores, with money-up-front
were
honest.
of course,
he too misses the irony.
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
. Thank you hun, for giving me a piece of real poetry. 
