My fateful wedding

I wrote this on a big piece of bark originally.

It was a golden dawn
The foxglove began to unveil its crimson bells
I shivered with the sensation of coastal dew
On young sinewy limbs

Your back was arched- a rounded hull
Sorrow nursing on your shoulders
Tension harbored on your spine
I cupped love in my hands and bathed your weary muscles

Between the wrought iron vines of the gate
A winter ocean brews, furious and swift
A biting wind pushes me- the ocean’s arms pull me
Into the unforgiving waves

A small breath- air and water
My lungs hydrated by the salty kiss of the ocean
I clasped Yarrow in my fists
And marched through the sand, a bride

The End

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