rafts in a storm

we went
to a motel in jersey
for
our honeymoon.
she in her white dress,
layered
like a cake,
me in my suit, stiff
and black,
shoes like gumdrops.
it was off the turnpike.
it was raining.
we had a bottle of champagne.
we could hear
the traffic out on the highway.
the night trucks,
moving endlessly
through the dark.
the marriage wouldn't last long.
we were too young,
too dumb
this early in life.
but I remember that cold
night.
the drapes pulled tight.
making love, holding each
other like rafts
in a storm,
kids, playing
husband and wife.