HONEYMOON
Duluth,
bitterly cold,
nestled
along Lake Superior,
an
unlikely honeymoon destination
for
newlyweds in winter.
Two
days, two nights
to
begin a life together.
Chinese
food,
smuggled
bottle of rum,
bottles
of coke,
lovemaking,
card playing,
football
watching?
An
incredulous choice,
Vikings
and Rams
to
be chosen, for even
one
moment, over the
most
beautiful woman
in
the world, the folly
of
youth, the
penultimate
of idiocy
quite
deserving a hard
kick
in the ass
and
punted into
freezing
cold Superior!
You
withheld your
foot,
and patiently
awaited
the end of
the
game, to
show
me what
I
had missed.
©
2011. Deacon Bob Wagner OFS. All rights reserved.
HONEYMOON
SABBATH
Saturday
night, long our
weekly
Sabbath tradition,
as
sacred a ritual as Mass,
to
be with one another,
to
see a movie, even
on
our Honeymoon?
A
Tradition established
is
not easily ignored, we
pause
our lovemaking to
search
for entertainment
in
the greater depressed
downtown
of Duluth.
A
new lifetime committed
relationship
requires
entertainment
with
similar
intent. Three
theaters,
from which
to
choose, three films
about
relationships,
Linda
Lovelace’s
relationship
with her
obsession,
Miss Jones
eternal
relationship
with
the Devil, and
Winnie
the Pooh’s
relationship
with Tigger.
Disney
or pornography,
chivalry
and gallantry
leave
to you the choice,
an
offer you willingly
take
upon yourself.
Two
lovers, arm
in
arm, we make
our
way to the theater
in
the bitter cold
and
snuggle in
the
back row
needing
no prompting
by the movie’s
images,
to kiss
and
embrace
throughout
the
entire
length
of
the feature film.
Back
in our hotel
we
lay in bed,
bone
of one bone,
flesh
of one flesh,
the
excitement of
the
night fresh
in
our minds, we
make
love to the
film’s
“Boleroesque”
erotic
motif, “The
wonderful
thing about
tiggers,
is tiggers
are
wonderful things.”
© 2015, Deacon Bob
Wagner OFS. All rights reserved.
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