Weddings

Graserutledge

There was once a dream and in it;

Dale was a bow tie, Marc was a collar tie

whom which once they danced…

*

never stopped.

*

I’d often suspect that that brand of happiness

wanders dimensions like rock stars,

catch and no release.

*

You know, Kisses with trackbacks

insanely twirling like kaleidoscopic

butterflies under navy blue skies.

*

And those two dress ties would play joyful games of tennis,

cook immaculate dishes

and still make time to shop at CB2.

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You see, if you’ve ever seen them together:

there’s their smiles and then there’s the glow in their smiles-

I could magnify it twice and it wouldn’t show it’s true size.

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Today I stand here,

happy to say that they’ve finally found their why’s

and such calls the birds to chirp worse with jealousy.

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Yes, today they are bound

sewn like stone licorice

in a love that walks through concrete

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floats in faint whispers…

in mornings that will continue

to redefine decades.

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It will carry written fairy tales in the orchards that shall now

grow from the candlelight in their hearts;

in their home.

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You see if you’ve ever seen them together:

you know that something special hit capacity

and is cascading watercolors

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to be ever and always…

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Dale as a bowtie, Marc as a collar tie

longer than you both shall live and then,

back around again.

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