I watch his face, bright salt eyes
flickering with a past that had poured her name
into a want he didn’t know he carried,
unfolded her like a mystery and memory
of home and everywhere he’d come
to live in her laughter, fevered
sprawl of her dreams.
I watch him, mouth a halo
of unlocked longing, swallow
of joy that rises up and still up,
floats its verse above our heads,
story of then, of now
as she stops before his naked yes
and he takes her hand, takes
the all of her that moves
through breath and bone.
And she presses his palm, braids
a secret bridge from vein to vein,
song of their hidden selves.
We lean in, drunk hearts,
swollen hope with a map
to beginning again.
And her tears fall, pearlescent,
bare because her body
is a sea that holds him,
and happiness can be too much
and once she had mistaken love
for a midnight storm, a fitful thirst
when he, and this,
and in between
their spangled vows
is all
the wakened
world.
The Traveling Light 
Oooooh nice
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thank you so much!!!
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Beautiful, just beautiful. ❤️
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Thanks, dear friend. That’s what happens when you have a magical wedding with a groom who can’t stop tearing up and a bride who never expected to be as emotional as she was 🙂
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OK! OK! not only do you “ROCK” the words –you are and will always be a hopeful romantic.
love, your love cynic companion,a.
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Haha. Incurable, for sure….And I think there’s a little of that in you too, dear friend! Miss you!
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Oh Naila, your use of language to describe the idescribable. This luminescent poem is the perfect way to begin this gloomy morning.
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So glad it added a glimmer of light to your morning. I was totally captivated by my wedding this weekend…and this was my attempt to capture how beautiful it was to see the love between the couple.
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Awwww….so wonderful to read what inspired this lovely poem!! Would love to see photos someday of this darling couple. Your writing is a feast for those of us who are romantics!!
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