EPITHALAMIUM
Morning after the Wedding

• The night sky’s whirl of confetti, a cold
• silver-gilt glitter of wheeling stars,
• falters now and vanishes: only bold
• Venus signals honeymoon hurrahs.


• I kiss your eyes awake to watch with me
• the dawn fly her banners of jubilee.
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• The sun ripples light across the ceiling,
• spins shafts of gold-dust through the air,
• rakes the walls to set the room reeling,
• lays gold leaf on your pillowed hair.


• Drowsy cat dreams in the clerestory,
• a silhouette: translucent whiskers hold
• the sun’s dazzle, a painted saint’s glory
• that arcs from his head a firework burst of gold.

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