Wednesday, April 15, 2015

I heard no church bells - revision for slam clinic

Daisies covered that field like waves in an ocean
I swam through currents of yellow gold and delicate white 
A wild bride in her floral sea

I felt the softness of lace trail down my back 
to my feet
heard bracelets clink on my wrists
as I reached for his hand
Blue topaz and silver circles sang our fingers electric 
and we tasted love and freedom and youth
bare feet grounded 
in the magic
of us

I heard no church bells but I worshiped in the open air
and I gave my vows with certainty
because I wrote them myself

So we bound ourselves
woman to man
man to woman.

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