by Belinda Roddie
I swear I wasn't lying to you then,
and I am sure as Hell not lying now,
so please don't let your poor, corrupted kin
try to dismantle what we built somehow.
I kiss you, and the touch rejuvenates
our connection. You hold my frigid hand,
and heat returns to me. Our prior states
of existence were weak and could not stand
the test of time: Our immortality
is not to be rejected or denied,
and though your family holds jealousy
in their hearts, even if they truly tried,
they could not break us from our marriage fair.
This is the truth I say to you: I swear.