Weddings et al
Her swinging blue dress
(Blue like dark water in a movie)
Will touch
My Tuxedo leg, while her smile
Leans her heart towards
A Chandelier
That could not compare
To the light it creates in the
Eyes of the woman I love.
She will clench my hand
And snuggle her face to my shoulder.
Slow songs cause
Only the action of one,
To the wish of all
Of the gift I received.
Sweat and toasts
Bring the hands.
Sweetbreads and chicken
Touch the mouth.
Clinking of the glasses
Twinge the mouth.
Smokes outside in the cold,
Hope with breath
Reaching the moon that
On
Our day would be
Something more or more the same.
My Jasika.
Mine.
Holding her during
Those moments on a wedding day
Makes it all the more
Real.
When she slips her satin glove
Under my elbow
I'll tilt to the chandelier
Compare the glimmered light
To her eyes.
Comparison is not comparable.
