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marriage and the lady in red

at the first stretches
of September’s gloaming
i recall a time before

when brunette hair sparkled
of youth and wobbly ankles
pressed lightly against

red stilettos. crooning
melodies trace against the
contours of my memory, singing

freely in my heart, “And I have never
seen that dress you’re wearing,
Or the highlights in your
hair that catch your eyes,
I have been blind…”

no one who was there that day
will forget the blood red dress
you wore ‘neath the single

spotlight. some wordless Italian
aria leapt from your throat
as clouds leap from mountains;

sustained, reverberated through
every living heart in the hall,
leaving no room for any emotion,

save love or awe. as the hem of
your gown lilted against the
old wooden floorboards, i knew

in a single moment that you would
bear me up against any trial, that
my loneliness would sprout into

a brood of one plus you, that
kisses would become candy and
mere fucking would evolve into

sex, dreamlike yet tangible. that
souls rent would be forever,
mended.

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