The marriage impulse and the nesting need <br />are rescued by some eager pretty friend <br />first out of gratitude who’ll condescend <br />to see us equally fulfilled and freed. <br /> <br />The hunger to descend on beauty’s flesh <br />meets in the midpath darkness with the urge <br />to wed in the finality of church <br />far sooner than promptings of the lash. <br /> <br />For men are few who dare make their own laws, <br />who need no shelter, stare into no soul, <br />but friendless and complete, who only pause <br />to hear us as they would a forest howl. <br /> <br />They feed upon no gratitude or fear, <br />nor do they know the tolling of the year.<br /><br />Edward Wright Haile<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zz-331-the-marriage-impulse/
