I would like to be married to a poem

What I would like is to be married
to a poem, one that's easy to understand. Of course,
there would be nothing to blame
but love at first sight, the ripple of words
settling on my artless tongue. I would not be able to shake off
the taste of it because its make is much like mine: ash so sullied
that it no longer knows what's safe to contain. A poem is easy
to love because it's not convinced about how complicated
it really is. So unlike its writer, who is beside himself with
grief over his own mystery. You can hold
hands with a poem at night and it won't wonder at
your sudden affection. If you take it to the movies
it will laugh at your favorite parts and will try to mimic
how Woody Allen talks during emptier times. It likes
long walks and dates at the beach because it knows nothing
of cliches. Oh wouldn't it be nice, to be married like that, to
a masterpiece so finite and complete in itself, something that
says, even at your worst days, how much you are loved.