Wedding Vows (revised)

We wed, with the moon--
bathing in craters, preserved
like pickles.
Patience, we age like Avacados,
like warm milk in the sauce pan.
We lose our teeth, our hair
in the couch, down the drain.
We drink virtue like delicate,
the whip of cream.
We talk of death and wills,
we speak of our return,
the haunt. We plot
ways to spar with
the exorcist, the shock
of daylight. We save
mothballs in a box,
in the attic, for our
after death deodorant.