Do you remember, before you were born, child, how I was sad a lot, for I, back then, was always the other?
While he, in utmost civil tongue, talked and laughed hard with others and shouted and murdered and silenced the me
I talked to you, “It is okay.” and God would keep us and we three would always, always, always have eachother
God danced with us and I with you when no one else would dance with me…there was always and always another
She dressed up
Silly little, frilly little
Dress
For him, for her
Can her smile truly know?
Were the days
Was her heart
Not pretty enough?
Why dress up
Why wrap in shining paper
Already there, forever there
Love
The World whispered so
I know the something borrowed
Lace of the finest quality
Painstakingly tethered, stitch by stitch, to hopes and holy, holy covenants
The Queen and her heartless Jack
As jesters, and, despite the diamond, danced that old medieval dance, anew each day
I know the something blue
Not obtuseIt’s here now, all of it
Each luscious ounce and raw and grace-filled moment of it
None waiting nor striving
No rushing to get
Walk and know it ‘fore it ends
Melt, faster this time
Dissipate, finally, then
Rise again to pow’r
This Business
Leftover sandwiches and lies
Ignoring the Goddess of you
The light at the table, blasphemed away
Slighted before,
But come now
Bring your intellect and intuit
Let us peace-make and pray
Let us paint anew
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