My white dress…
Knows nothing
It fits like him and I
Snug and chic and oh-so-soft
It knows nothing of our moment
Of surrender or
, the way my body really looks, the scent of us together, or his Icelandic eyes
It knows nothing of
Our clumsy life,
Our throw-down, the hugeness of this love
my white dress...
Assumes everything
And lies in stillness
I’m the life that puts it in motion
And his is the one I will move with
In every dance,
Every chance
I want my dress and I to float up to him
And vow, with honeytongue,
To have and have and hold him
(My white dress is surrounded in a lie like diamonds)
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