The Labyrinth of Marriage

The Maze

Her long wavy blond hair caressed her back and shoulders and when she turned to look me over wisps of her hair veiled part of her face her eyes burning sultry embers and her lips with a knowing look…bedroom eyes in public. Tattoos littered her fair body her dress short at the top and short at the bottom more skin than cloth her ensemble.

My eyes played games with her figure curious of where some tattoos started and more importantly where they ended, attentive to her slight seductive wiggle like a moving target when stirring forward in the line for her drink. She received it and took an alluring sip and stepped towards me, she smiled ‘that smile’ and moved her head slightly to adjust her long strands of hair from touching her lips and eyes, painted lips, painted eyes, painted nails, painted body…the canvas of my mind open to her artistry…

The storm obscured this dazzling art gallery of one as my wife brushed past Tattoo Girl carrying my drink and hers…Disappointment painted on the face of Tattoo Girl anger upon that of my wife…The former cast adrift seeking another artful admirer…the latter eyes riveted to my sheepish rogue eyes cutting into my pirate mind…excuses piling up in dead ends…a rat at the crossroads with a truck coming from every direction, rodent road kill, caught with the cheese in my paws, whiskers covered in crumbs….smoke screens and mirrors the puzzle of excuses and trying to let her know the real me…the me that would never cheat… the one who is a knight in shining armour, the one who loves her…I squirmed in the rat trap that was crowning my futility while trying to explain me the inner me…I was lost with no golden thread to find my way…

She told me in her wisdom far beyond mine that relationships were built upon trust, faithfulness…and words without faithfulness were like trust without deeds they were dead and so never alive…and if I didn’t stop being unfaithful I would be dead…

The Labyrinth

This was people watching central so I rested my novel Ender's Game upon the small table and observed the scene…families, couples and singles moved about some in clusters others in duets or solo. Some in laughter, others chatting small talk, some in serious discourse and others silent…some silent in words but shouting in action or looks…

One such exhibitionist was a curious woman painted in a puzzle of tattoos and either lacking sufficient funds to buy an entire dress or lacking in taste to care that she was showing off her flesh raw to medium rare….

An exhibitionist without a voyeur is rather like a fisherman without fish…bankrupt... fishnet stockings or not. Certainly she had an allure to her a certain beauty that transcended her skin overindulgence yet the fruit she tempted with seemed in need of pesticides…

She appeared to be alone in the crowd, how sad in need of a friend…and she found one as my wife guided her to our small table explaining to me that Velvet as she was called was new in town and they had been talking in the drink line…I understood in our private unspoken language that this was an opportunity to grow friendship, that Velvet was lonely and we should pour some of our lives into hers…to help her set root in our community…all this from receiving the golden thread my wife smiled to me with lips and eyes…a data portal and more to her heart mind and soul…our clarity password of love….knowing and being known…and living it…


The term labyrinth is often used interchangeably with maze, but modern scholars of the subject use a stricter definition. For them, a maze is a tour puzzle in the form of a complex branching passage with choices of path and direction; while a single-path (unicursal) labyrinth has only a single Eulerian path to the center. A labyrinth has an unambiguous through-route to the center and back and is not designed to be difficult to navigate.
- - From Wikipedia: Labyrinth

Now I present the continuation of your Graffiti Labyrinth Tour with your other tour guide Max (just give her name a click with the rodent in your hand)….