WE DID IT
IN OUR OWN
SWEET WAY:
THE SECRET
WEDDING
THE GOLDEN DREAM
I WORE A DRESS
OF MY NANA’S,
LONG AND FABULOUS
BLUE
AND GLAMOUROUS
IT FIT LIKE A GLOVE,
A PERFECT GOWN
FOR A DAY OF LOVE,
THE OUTCASTS
GATHERED, THE
HOT AND THE NOT
A SELECTED FEW
AT DUSK, IN
THE GARDEN THAT
NEVER WAS,
A NICKNAME FOR
THE PLACE WHERE
WE FELL FOR
EACH OTHER,
HOVERING OVER
LIZARDS AND
BUTTERFLIES
IN A CLOUD OF
THAT FUNNY
SMOKE, WE
AGREED IT WOULD
BE A JOKE ON
THE WORLD
TO MARRY OURSELVES
ON CHRISTMAS
EVE, AND TELL
NO ONE: THE EXWIVES
THE SLAIN BOYFRIENDS
THE NOSIES ~
MY DAINTY POSIES
WERE A TESTAMENT
TO ANOTHER TIME,
WOUND AROUND
LONG GOLDEN
LOCKS, SNUGGLED
NEXT TO MY
BROTHER, WHILE
THE SCANT FEW
WE WANTED
STOOD IN A CIRCLE
AND WE JOINED
OUR LIVES,
FOR ONCE MY HERO
WAS DUMBSTRUCK
WHISPERING HIS VOWS,
PROMISES TO BE
GOOD TO ME,
HE COULD NOT
FORESEE THE END,
THE WAVES SLIPPING
OFF THE SHORE,
WAITING TO TAKE
HIM HOME, IT
WOULD BE A COMET
OF A TIME, FAST AND
FREE, BORN INDEED
IN SILENCE AND
SEXY SMILES,
ALL ROSES
AND GUILE,
NOW ME AND
MY BROTHER
ARE THE ONLY
ONES LEFT,
A STRANGE
DISTINCTION
FOR THE
RUNAWAYS,
HARNESSED BY
SHOOTING STARS,
WE NOW
EXIST ONLY
ON MARS!

 

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