it’s our wedding
it’s midnight
waves wash our naked feet
your face is shaved
my hair smells almonds
your tears cover my veiled lips
songs of nightingales
new pearls are braided on my dress
borrowed lace adorns my hips
your grandmother’s cross
sparks on my white chest
look!
leaves rustle in a tree
the water turns to wine
moons rise from the sea
like at the mystic wedding
in Cana of Galilee
@Gabriela Marie Milton
please read my Spillwords Author of the Year (2019) interview here
