‘Marriage Bed’ by Fiona McCulloch This body no longer excites youWho knows it keenly after so longNavigating it all for your pleasureIts trodden routes now too familiarOverly predictable just rote rigmaroleLeft stale broke in our marriage bedBack-to-back where minds adriftBleakly inch ever closer to its edge This mind no longer entices you,Once daring now just tiresome.Having drawn deeply from its well,Wings tested long to soar freelyInto a boundless future reinventedSpy an elixir of untasted encountersHighs of novel escapades half hinted This alliance no longer secures youSpurred up suddenly by a flighty itch.Online offers emotional connectionsThrills of clandestine communicationsDraws you further into a maze of new,Renders you lost to meanings past. Imprint of a phantom spouse swipedLoaded persona bloated on this husk Meet the Poet With poems in Northwords Issue 3, Fiona McCulloch recently has poems in MIR Online, Lumpen: A Journal for Poor and Working-Class Writers, and Dreich. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by fragmentedvoices A small, independent press based in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, UK, and Prague, the Czech Republic View all posts by fragmentedvoices