close up view of ring with diamonds

Wedding Day

Does anyone think
What I really want
Is to hold this hand
Forever?

Does anyone know
When they see his face
That he is the one
Forever?

Is there time to bolt
Into the maybe-
Mercy of Tokyo 
Street Life, not be wife
Forever?

There is a German
Tinge a teutonic
Request made out of
'Forever'.

Diamond death cuts holes
In the soles of my shoes
Furnace forges ties
Forever.

Instead it glitters
On my third finger,
Band of the Brothers,
Committing my soul
Forever.

And that flower crown
Queen of Suffering
Ach Du, mein lieber!
Forever.

They didn't ask me
"Do you take this man?
Will you give him you
Forever?"

I hook'd my black dress
Over the bedroom
Door, stripped to the bones
Forever. 

The handle twisted.
My husband walked in.
He grabbed my long hair
And in my ear he whispered:
"Forever."


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