In opera you get what you need.
It isn’t marriage.
  
A man to sleep with.
A place to lay my head at night.
  
He knows every road of me.
Can find the turn-off without a map.
  
Can drive along the low stone wall
in the dark until he reaches the open field
  
and I go with him, countryside.
In married sex I haven’t broken any law.
  
I am in my own car steering into my own
parking place.
  
He is my co-, my accomplice.
I hardly see him.
The Wedding Party
Deborah Landau
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The Wedding Party

Deborah Landau

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