He is the ultimate meaning of matrimony.
He is your refuge of monogamy.

Your wedding vows should joke about dandelions roaring
and beaches with the whitest sand
upon which he’ll build a picket fence
to secure your dreams never escape.
Your roots will dig deep through sabulous soil
whose delicacy still springs tiger lilies and lust.

He’ll cry a crocodile tear, just as his best man raises his hand.
You’ll sign the dotted line as he
flutters a butterfly kiss that could smooth dry skin.
You’ll never have to be alone again.
You’ll never have to buy aloe again.