First Edit: The Solvent Blues/Solvent

[busker]

Solvent .... I didn't find mention of a solvent (in the popular, rather than the chemical, sense) in the poem, just soap....?

Bought at the dollar store,
paid in coins that skipped
last Sunday's service.

Disappearing dirt just a side effect
of her light headedness.
Measured twice to safeguard
against the correct amount,
her eyes are finally allowed
to tear up. Water murky
from soap and bubbles.
The mop quiet as a nun
waiting for a priest; ......this is a great analogy
soft prayers lost beneath
masculine voice-
amen not denied, but permitted. ...... might be better to end this strophe at 'priest'. these last three lines dilute the effect of the previous 2.

Clean floors never noticed,
her husband eyes ......I'm assuming that there's a missing " 's" here, not a confusion about gender identity
seem to be always closed,
even in the dark,
where they talk about his job, ....... I like how these lines convey a breakdown of communication in the marriage
where they still sleep in the same bed,
as their pastor suggested. ........ great ending.

The Solvent Blues

Bought at the dollar store,
but that clear golden liquid
cost more than a dollar.

Measured twice to safeguard
against the correct amount,
her eyes are finally allowed
to tear up. Water turns murky
from soap and bubble-
the mop quiet as a nun
waiting for a priest.
Fake pine smell sweeter
than a Christmas tree;
disappearing dirt a side effect
of her light headedness.

Each thrust a push further
from their bedroom, where
he closes his eyes, even in the dark,
where she still exclaims, “Oh God!”
at the proper moment.

Her prayers are always denied an amen.

Yet they still practice weekly,
as their therapist suggested,
but she'll never tell him
how free she feels
cleaning
behind locked windows.

Nice one