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.