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after we do.
by Meghan Helmichthere's a certain nod in the eyes
of friends, co-workers, family
after a wedding.
like a parent knows the sound
of china breaking on tile floor
before it leaves the child's fingers.
how strange for so many faces
to paint the sloppy colors
of passion, seduction, and lust
all over the fresh pair.
lifting of delicate glasses,
swollen with pink champagne,
in a toast to new lovers.
a knowing cheers to the inevitable
melting of bodies, hours on satin.
foreseeing the drop of formal wear,
of tangible memories scattered
about cabin floors and carpet.
(soon placed in boxes and kept still -
not given to greedy-lipped gazes.) 07/09/2008 Author's Note: it strikes me as odd, creepy even, that a whole congregation of people watches a couple leave the altar, knowing full well that the next time they see them, they will have probably had the best sex of their lives.
Posted on 07/09/2008
Copyright © 2025 Meghan Helmich
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 07/09/08 at 09:31 PM I do like this one - especially the simile of the breaking china and the lyrical sensuality of the other images. A unique perspective on wedding rites.... d:-) |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 07/11/08 at 03:29 PM Just be glad it isn't the old days, when the sheets had to brought out for "evidence"!!! It is a very intimate time shared with family, loved ones, and sometimes strangers. |
| Posted by Trisha De Gracia on 12/08/08 at 06:43 AM Ooooh I like this. It's a good thought, and yeah, vaguely creepy to look at all the smiling faces and wondering which ones are registering romance and which ones lust. |
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