Wedding Dress
That Halloween I wore your wedding dress,
our children spooked & wouldn’t speak for days.
I’d razored taut calves smooth, teased each blown tress,
then-lipsticked, mascaraed, & self-amazed-
shimmied like a starlet on the dance floor.
I’d never felt so sensual before-
Catholic schoolgirl & neighborhood whore.
In bed, dolled up, undone, we fantasized:
we clutched & fused, torn twins who’d been denied.
You were my shy groom. Love, I was your bride.
by Michael Waters, from Darling Vulgarity
our children spooked & wouldn’t speak for days.
I’d razored taut calves smooth, teased each blown tress,
then-lipsticked, mascaraed, & self-amazed-
shimmied like a starlet on the dance floor.
I’d never felt so sensual before-
Catholic schoolgirl & neighborhood whore.
In bed, dolled up, undone, we fantasized:
we clutched & fused, torn twins who’d been denied.
You were my shy groom. Love, I was your bride.
by Michael Waters, from Darling Vulgarity