A Poem for the Lights on the Bay

We Microdosed Dependency and paid for the death 
Of an over used Clipper card we stuffed in our pockets

We made a pair of flimsy French fake IDs 
Hoping paris would soon follow in our wake

Only to find ourselves spending the honeymoon 
Wailing at the Berlin Wall - Screaming our frustrations

I only know marriage in the context of visas and healthcare
A Pinch of love, a dash of desperation -

A lavender marriage starts with all the right things
That and a steady need for something lost but found