Taylor’s Wedding

The wedding tables cradle all the bouquets we’re not able to save – all things will die later (knowing this will let us savor being here together breathing, finding temporary meaning in the satisfying stamp of a foot to match the bass or to note the prismic paradise a slight sweat brings your face like the dew dapped on the flowers just this morning in the rain). The wedding tables clutter with drinks and tired lovers laying heads upon each other, happily dying and smothered by the tropical consistency of moisture on the breeze. Sometimes all needs are met in someone and you must let yourself love them – there’s my sister with her husband and right now there is nothing more honest in the world.


~ by perfectionatrix on July 21, 2012.

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