One fresh foam white bodice grew from a chitin mermaid tail;
bride: bliss was the veil fanning from her forehead.
I wear fresh cut hair, short chic on tall chick;
new feels model beautiful—in the wake of bridal bliss, feels magical.
Back of the room view: young men tied to cameras aimed,
clipping moments out of time to hang up and dry.
Preacher strings short thoughts with too-long threads;
I daydream: who is the photographer in dapper threads behind his lens?
Hearts and mouths erupt—“Man and wife!”—now it’s time for cake.
The sun and his moon cut with hands and hearts eclipsed.
Now: Let’s dance!
My eyes lock with a best friend, words unspoken said:
what marvelous mountaintop moments; what handsome single men.