Toasting To Our Wedding Night

by Jacki   Jan 7, 2006

Everyone has a story,
Like a perfect murder
without reason, just a
perfect object for the
perfect occasion.

Perfectly in-love.
It doesn't require
anything except giving
as much as you can.
Even the memory of
gripping the
throat is eternal.

Hands rocked by the cold
serrated flesh dangling
like a graceful beauty;
to another eternity,
even the silence of
the cold reminds me
of taking the last sip
of froth.

Like the Kiss of an innocence,


sipping and listening,
unveiling memories
of the time, that required,
giving in
to the silence.


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  • 13 years ago

    by Alya

    Interesting poem...I liked it a lot.