Psychic tailoring

 

I've been handcuffed to the decorator.

Tied by the florist's dream.

You've been coyly choosing something blue

and something new.

 

I've been ransomed to a blue-gray suit.

Walled in by camera lights.

You've been practicing your married walk

and after talk.

 

I've been sabotaged by sandwiches.

Restrained by a three-tier cake.

You've been blending time and space

with easy grace.

 

I've been fighting off the relatives.

Threatened by the clock.

You've been flowing down the aisle

white and smile and style.

 

I've been frozen in my underwear.

Decayed by jellied legs.

You've been making me my wife

only costing me my life.