When The Newness Wears Off

I guess we’ve all been there…

The freshness,

The fantasy,

The poetry and passion,

Of a relationship


Leaving the shell
Of the original love,

A false prophet
Of future commitment
And completeness.

Maybe we’re at risk
In 6 months,
Or a year…

Or maybe two.


But we’re not like
The others,
Are we?

Just when we think
That we know one another
I’ll surprise you.

You won’t know,
Or suspect,
That I’ll send you flowers,
For no reason,

Other than
You are the most beautiful woman
That I’ve ever met.

You won’t know,
Or suspect,
That I really do enjoy vacuuming
The house,
Despite my faux complaints.

All along,
I feign a deep-seated aversion
To your favorite brussels sprouts,
Just to tease you…

But in reality,
Those wretched little cabbages
Are okay,
If tossed in some
Extra virgin olive oil,
And broiled
To tease out some char.


More to the point…

Whenever we’re at risk
Of normalcy
And the ordinary,
And routine,
Expect surprise
From your lover…

I’ll find moments
To steal your gaze,
And lock eyes,

I’ll find moments
To kiss you fully,
Despite your surprise,
And gasp.

When no one
Is around,
No risk of unwanted eyes watching,
Or ears listening,

I’ll touch you,
I’ll caress you,
Just so,

I’ll build a heat in you
Until we reach that perfect
Erotic place,
In some totally unanticipated
And location.

(No one will ever know,
But us.)

So all I’m saying
Is this…

Just when you worry
That the newness
Of us

As a couple,
As teammates,
As soulmates,

As lovers,

Is at risk…


That beautiful woman,

Is when you need
To start expecting
The unexpected
From me.


Just be ready.



Β© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

45 thoughts on “When The Newness Wears Off

  1. This is heavy and deep, sir. We can have many interpretations in this poem, about love, relationship. We can never really know someone, they love us now and then hate us the next. Tragic.

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      1. Precisely! I was serious when I mentioned the char, and I so agree with your high heat selection. I think that teases out some earthy sweetness and umami. Not my first choice…but acceptable. πŸ™‚

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  2. Oh my! umm… errr… feeling a little warm… *ahem* yeahhhh. I was going to say β€œthis is my favorite line” but as I read more and more was my favorite to where I could no longer tease out a β€œbest of”. Suffice it to say. I love this. Wholly and completely.

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  3. Wow, Bill! I can surely say your words will never lose their freshness. You always bring something awesome to your readers and this poem is no exception! Really beautiful, my friend! Hope those cabbages are showing you love! lol πŸ˜‹β˜ΊοΈ

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  4. When the honeymoon period is over you gotta get creative to keep things fresh. A beautiful and relatable poem as always.
    And yes, broiled brussels sprouts are the BEST! They’re actually on the menu tonight. πŸ™‚

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  5. “A false prophet
    Of future commitment
    And completeness”

    ^ Left my heart gasping!
    Thanks for putting all this out there. You writing has been a good catalyst for self-reflection.
    I’ve eaten your vegetable nemesis twice, both times steamed. Not my favorite, but not the worst; and definitely fun to “hate on”! Maybe one day I’ll try them again broiled, but today is not that day. πŸ˜€

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    1. So glad you enjoyed it Sara!!!

      I, for one, do not intend to eat those wretched mutant cabbages anytime soon. 😊

      Hope you’re having a wonderful weekend!!


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