wedding song

by kim sarner

In the summer our love is bled
In the morrow we are wed
What pale morning shall we rise
Into pools and into skies
And what rustles and what lies
Shall sear us through those sexless skies
And what shoulder and what art
Should dare to probe us two apart
What the destiny gone with cream
Should be the apex of our dream
What sad minstrel shakes his shame
When we share our married name

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