wedding
you wear calla lily, i rose.
one spiral among the lush
of your hair makes me cry
and it is difficult to stop crying
at any point after that
because i am split open
by the way God makes the soft
breeze touch my face
like a mother.
our shelled brothers deign,
for once, to dance.
neither of us believe in
being in love, a net
that falls over your body
and brings you to the sweet
smelling ground of your spirit.
but dusk lasts hours.
frogs sing the song we wrote
the week we met.
we were tentative limbs
of a desperate band.
we were almost runts.
maybe there was a net.
maybe i am a fish after
all, a shiny brainless magic.
but let me stay human
for a second here.
God makes the soft.
your hair makes me cry.
spiral among the lush.
firefly and chantilly.
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Wow, you can tell this was written with a delicate hand. Beautiful!! Thank you for sharing
Delicious. Those last two lines are perfection.
Thank you Kevin! Your encouragement means so much!
Love the easy way you weave us through the poem! So many great lines –
frogs sing the song we wrote
the week we met.
maybe i am a fish after
all, a shiny brainless magic.
but let me stay human
for a second here.
Oh my, this so much sensitivity and love.
I have tears in the corners of my eyelids.
Delicate details dance throughout your poem. They keep the reader engaged, wondering what is to appear next. Love the last line.
Tender and lovely lush writing. I love:
by the way God makes the soft
breeze touch my face
like a mother.
Love this in the beginning and again in the ending “one spiral among the lush”
This is gorgeous! I love “…the way God makes the soft/ breeze touch my face/ like a mother. ” and the frogs singing the song we wrote the week we met…and “firefly and chantilly” makes for the perfect last line.